I'm Gonna Miss High School (For the most part)
Posted: Sun Jan 27, 2019 9:29 pm
So now that I'm about halfway through Senior Year, I want to share with you guys (who are interested) my high school experience, and see if you're willing to offer any commentary on it since you're the only people I feel comfortable discussing this with. This is probably going to include a lot of boring, time-wasting bullshit, but whatever. I'll try to keep it short.
Anyway, this probably gets said by everyone, but the past four years has brought some of the happiest/most miserable times of my life (and this is just school; I wonder what it'll be like 10 years down the road). I guess I'll go through my four years and bring up the bigger parts of the experience.
Freshmen year of high school was, I'd say, the best year of my life up to that point. My grades were pretty good (low to mid 90s), I got back into the Forum (best decision I've ever made ), made some new friends, and overall the year was pretty fun. There were a few slip ups here and there, such as Earth Science being a nightmare (since my teacher fucking sucked (he also denies climate change (and he's the environmental science teacher))), but overall I was pretty happy with everything. Oh yeah, and I was pretty good at video games I guess.
Sophomore year of high school was, I'd say, the worst year of my life up to that point. I may spend a little more time on this, so bear with me.
So starting off the year I took a joke much too far which was already a serious blunder. It was funny at first though, though I still don't understand why I did that (Just to clarify, that entire story is not real. Well, most of it. The part about my cousin dealing drugs is possibly true, which gave me inspiration for it).
Anyway, aside from that, the first marking period was usual same old-same old. My GPA went down a few points from last year, but the first semester was fine for me.
A few months went by, until November, when something... snapped in me. I was sitting at the breakfast table, eating my muffin, drinking my coffee, when I had what alcoholics refer to as a moment of clarity. Well, it was more of a gradual process that led up to that point.
I was basically fed up with school, since I was convinced the education system was completely ineffective at educationing, and was not important to me, or what I wanted to do with my life. At the time, I was convinced I wanted to be a Comedian, so, accordingly, I became apathetic to school and let my grades drop to an 83 (my History and English grades kept it going below that, since those classes are just naturally easy). Yeah, I was a pretty fucking stupid kid. I think I was suffering from burnout or something.
Not to mention my horrendous outlook on life; I was also apathetic to the affairs of the world, and if you remember, I made a pretty big point on how I didn't care about the state of the world since I thought we were all fucked or something. Oh yeah, and I was also a pretty self-centered bastard. I mean it more in the "I only care about what'll happen in my future" type, since I was going through an existential crisis. Not in the 'No one will remember me' way (though that did play a part), it was more in the 'I want everyone hundreds of years from now to know who I am!' Yes, every last person. How I would go about solving this crisis by being a comedian would solve it (I kept around a book that I wrote all my thoughts in with the intent of publishing it and becoming very super famous. I was worried about getting a job that I hated and working for 50 years then dying. Man, I was also pretty fucked up, wasn't I?
I did the bare minimum for most of my classes so I wouldn't have to go to Summer School, and it worked, and I was so relieved when I finally finished the year. But at what cost? I still look back and regret my terribly low GPA and how it hurts my overall grade. I know it isn't a super big deal, but it still bites at me.
There are also a few other things that happened during Sophomore year that are a bit too personal to share here, but these are the biggest points.
Anyway, Junior year was a big pick up for me. It was basically the antithesis to Sophomore year and yadda yadda yadda I'll finish this later.
Anyway, this probably gets said by everyone, but the past four years has brought some of the happiest/most miserable times of my life (and this is just school; I wonder what it'll be like 10 years down the road). I guess I'll go through my four years and bring up the bigger parts of the experience.
Freshmen year of high school was, I'd say, the best year of my life up to that point. My grades were pretty good (low to mid 90s), I got back into the Forum (best decision I've ever made ), made some new friends, and overall the year was pretty fun. There were a few slip ups here and there, such as Earth Science being a nightmare (since my teacher fucking sucked (he also denies climate change (and he's the environmental science teacher))), but overall I was pretty happy with everything. Oh yeah, and I was pretty good at video games I guess.
Sophomore year of high school was, I'd say, the worst year of my life up to that point. I may spend a little more time on this, so bear with me.
So starting off the year I took a joke much too far which was already a serious blunder. It was funny at first though, though I still don't understand why I did that (Just to clarify, that entire story is not real. Well, most of it. The part about my cousin dealing drugs is possibly true, which gave me inspiration for it).
Anyway, aside from that, the first marking period was usual same old-same old. My GPA went down a few points from last year, but the first semester was fine for me.
A few months went by, until November, when something... snapped in me. I was sitting at the breakfast table, eating my muffin, drinking my coffee, when I had what alcoholics refer to as a moment of clarity. Well, it was more of a gradual process that led up to that point.
I was basically fed up with school, since I was convinced the education system was completely ineffective at educationing, and was not important to me, or what I wanted to do with my life. At the time, I was convinced I wanted to be a Comedian, so, accordingly, I became apathetic to school and let my grades drop to an 83 (my History and English grades kept it going below that, since those classes are just naturally easy). Yeah, I was a pretty fucking stupid kid. I think I was suffering from burnout or something.
Not to mention my horrendous outlook on life; I was also apathetic to the affairs of the world, and if you remember, I made a pretty big point on how I didn't care about the state of the world since I thought we were all fucked or something. Oh yeah, and I was also a pretty self-centered bastard. I mean it more in the "I only care about what'll happen in my future" type, since I was going through an existential crisis. Not in the 'No one will remember me' way (though that did play a part), it was more in the 'I want everyone hundreds of years from now to know who I am!' Yes, every last person. How I would go about solving this crisis by being a comedian would solve it (I kept around a book that I wrote all my thoughts in with the intent of publishing it and becoming very super famous. I was worried about getting a job that I hated and working for 50 years then dying. Man, I was also pretty fucked up, wasn't I?
I did the bare minimum for most of my classes so I wouldn't have to go to Summer School, and it worked, and I was so relieved when I finally finished the year. But at what cost? I still look back and regret my terribly low GPA and how it hurts my overall grade. I know it isn't a super big deal, but it still bites at me.
There are also a few other things that happened during Sophomore year that are a bit too personal to share here, but these are the biggest points.
Anyway, Junior year was a big pick up for me. It was basically the antithesis to Sophomore year and yadda yadda yadda I'll finish this later.