In the very first post on this blog, I mentioned that high school was a “colossal titan” that came and destroyed my “walls.” As the school year is coming to an end, I’ve finally come to adapt to high school life. It’s pretty annoying how things always end as soon as you’ve gotten used to them. It’s like how you get used to your age right when your birthday is about to come. Then, you have to learn to get comfortable with saying that number when asked your age. When you’ve gotten the hang of saying the new number when somebody asks “How old are you?,” it’s already nearing the time to add another year to that number.
Anyway, back to school and getting used to the…interesting..environment. (The word “interesting” was used because there are so many different sights to see-couples that make out as if it were their last day on Earth together, weird-cool people, cool-weird people, etc.) High school. In movies, you always see dramatized versions about it, which provides a very misleading and somewhat intimidating image of it when you transition from middle school into 9th grade. Obviously, high school wouldn’t be that fun and full of drama because movies/tv shows always add extra crap to make it more enjoyable to watch. The only reason why most movies or shows about high school are interesting is because of the petty conflict among self absorbed teenagers, right? I wasn’t intimidated by high school because of the possibilities of drama and whatnot, but because it’s a significant transition from being a kid with barely any responsibilities to an adult. You enter as a kid and emerge as a young adult. There’s always that overwhelming pressure to do well in order to get into a good college and eventually get a high paying job. Everything counts, and if you mess up one single thing, then you’re going to flip hamburger patties at McDonald’s or work at Walmart and witness some of the most incredible sights. Ok, that’s a bit of an exaggeration, but it sure does feel that way sometimes. How well I do in high school determines my future. If I don’t get good grades, then I’m a failure, and I’ll be homeless. Why is math such a difficult language to understand? (I view math as a language because numbers are symbols, and symbols are letters, and you can arrange numbers in various ways to calculate stuff and whatnot. Like numbers, letters are also arranged in various ways to mean something.) Why did I hate taking naps when I was younger? I never get enough sleep nowadays. Those are some of the thoughts that I had on a daily basis, and I still have them from time to time. I’m pretty sure every student has these thoughts as well. I always overthink though, which only wastes your time and makes you feel even worse. Instead, I’ve learned to take things easy and that I’ll be able to manage.
After all, I thought I’d go through high school hating it with a passion, but I’ve learned to somewhat like it? Actually, it just grew on me, and I learned to tolerate school. Like the saying goes “If you can’t beat them, join them.” I’ve decided to take the titans’ side because they succeeded in breaking my walls. It’s not like I can avoid my future or skip school without getting caught, so I might as well “attack” school with a somewhat open mind.