you never knew

an explanation

A classroom is pretty sad if you think about it. Its sole purpose is to pass the class in order to get enough requirements to move on to another set of classes. Not that I am saying school isn't important, how else would I write this "story". What I am saying is, the class could add a bit more "more". I am a senior and have a terrible case of "senioritis". I am bursting at the seams to get away from these stuffy classes yet I am entirely afraid of starting something new. I posed the questions to my parents and I get the same response: "But you have college?". Yeah, that is what terrifies me. I feel so incompetent yet mature and I am just stuck in this in between. I have to move forward, and I figured writing about it would help. I love reading, and enjoy my English classes (yes, even the AP ones), I am also looking to become a physician but my love for reading stories may get in the way of that. I also moved to a school of 3,000, when I had been living in a high school of 90. Currently trying to make friends, slowly but surely. You never knew me, kind of like we never knew any one else. I am everyone, and we are all one. 

Author's Note

What are your views on high school? I promise I am not some negative teenager, I have some sense of a humor.