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Dear high school,
I have such mixed feelings about you. On the one hand, I miss you. I miss your simplicity. I miss the feeling that absolutely nothing I was doing really mattered. I miss a six hour block where I wasn't able to accidentally fall asleep and miss classes. I miss being able to say "bye" and not deal with the people I didn't want to deal with for a period of about eighteen hours. I miss drinking being a vaguely covert thing done out in a park on Friday nights. And I kinda miss dealing with other peoples drama with the idea of "these people are so dumb, but I'll help".
On the other hand, revisiting you for a play has caused me to remember how irritating those same things are. Blah blah blah college preparing for life. Blah blah blah whiny teenaged drama is grating. Blah blah blah drink responsibly.
I don't know. You were pretty cool, but we're over.
-me
I have such mixed feelings about you. On the one hand, I miss you. I miss your simplicity. I miss the feeling that absolutely nothing I was doing really mattered. I miss a six hour block where I wasn't able to accidentally fall asleep and miss classes. I miss being able to say "bye" and not deal with the people I didn't want to deal with for a period of about eighteen hours. I miss drinking being a vaguely covert thing done out in a park on Friday nights. And I kinda miss dealing with other peoples drama with the idea of "these people are so dumb, but I'll help".
On the other hand, revisiting you for a play has caused me to remember how irritating those same things are. Blah blah blah college preparing for life. Blah blah blah whiny teenaged drama is grating. Blah blah blah drink responsibly.
I don't know. You were pretty cool, but we're over.
-me