November 17, 2005

Flashback

So Hublet was grading some essays from his sophomores on what high school means to them.

Apparently, my youthful doppelganger is in Hublet's class, because her essay is exactly what I would have written whilst in the throes of my slightly pudgy, slightly pimply, unfortunately permed sophomore year. Yech.

And so, for your entertainment, here's an excerpt from my very own Mini Me's essay:

When I think of high school, I think of all the annoying people there. There are a lot of people there that just annoy me to no end. Most people in high school are so immature and crazy that it has driven me to the point of pure insanity.

First of all, most people are overly obsessed with being in superficial relationships. They feel they must have a boyfriend or girlfriend to be somebody or to live life. I am so sick of it. Why can't people just get over the boyfriend or girlfriend thing and live life? There are more important things to deal with and better things to waste time with. I'm so tired of people coming up to me, telling me about their shallow relationships when no one really cares. No one wants to hear how happy you are because you have a cute boyfriend of a girlfriend who's a jerk, though to you they're the best thing on the planet. It's weak-minded, pathetic, stupid and no one wants to hear it.

I've learned a lot from my high school peers. I have learned what not to do from them. I look around and I think to myself, "How do these people not get on their own nerves?" I wouldn't be able to stand myself if I was that annoying.

This prepares me to be able to deal with things after I finish school. I know that people get stupider and more immature down the road. If you disagree, you really need to turn on your television. So now you know what I think about high school.

Posted by Big Arm Woman at November 17, 2005 03:06 PM
Comments

Wow! That was great. I had a friend as a teenager who would justify just about any behavoir with "These are my teenage years, and I'm going to enjoy them," to which I thought but didn't have the guts to say, "What are you going to do when you're 20?"

It's good to know that some things haven't changed--some of us can't wait to leave high school.

Posted by: Brad K. at November 17, 2005 09:23 PM

I love her and I wish she had a blog!

Posted by: Marie at November 18, 2005 04:41 PM

What's wrong with shallow relationships?

Like the trucker who looks over the counter, likes what he sees, and asks, ``How long have you been a server, honey?''

Line by Wm Kerrigan.

Posted by: Ron Hardin at November 18, 2005 05:54 PM