I’ve been subbing for a few months now. The last few months of subbing have shown me some surprising repetition among the students. No, these students don’t all come from the same cut cloth, or clique, or whatever generalization you’d like to make. These kids are the full spectrum of personality and background. Within that kaleidoscopic spectrum, I found some common themes that may shock you.
Not all the stereotypes are true, but oh so many of them are. We had plaid skirts, polos, nuns, and drama for your mama. It was the best and worst times of our lives.
In a couple years, I will be returning for my ten year high school reunion. There are a couple fears that I have with this reunion, and I hope I am not alone in this. I hope you find some similarities in my thinking. If not, there might be something wrong with me.
As my graduation date draws closer I can’t help but to think about how drastically my life is about to change.
In eighth grade, you're given a sheet with all of the extra classes you can take at the high school of your choice ranging from JROTC to Drama, one class not a lot of kids know about though is DECA.
High School: a four year period in everyone's life that will always be memorable for better or worse. We all remember the overcrowded halls filled with faces you've watched change and age. However what we didn’t see was each person’s own set of baggage they carry each and every day. You have the popular blonde holding the neglect of her oh too busy parents in her Michael Kors tote. Then there's the shy freshman carrying the weight of the world in a hand-me-down North Face. Let's not forget about the pressure to be perfect weighing down the senior football player’s Nike duffel. During those four crucial years it feels like everything will always be this way, whether it’s good or bad. Now wouldn't it be helpful as a 14-18-year-old carrying so much baggage to have someone help lift it? To have someone there for you when it feels like no matter how hard you try, you just can’t win.
This past weekend, I attended my (dreaded) high school reunion.
It’s the beginning of your senior year in high school and you are anything but happy. It’s supposed to be an exciting time in your life when you’re looking forward to all the experiences you’re going to get to have in college—if you decide to go—and then worry about your life. And not for nothing, senior year comes in hard. It comes out of nowhere like a freight truck at night without its headlights on in a 65 mph lane. It comes in so indescribably fast that you forget you have an entire year to enjoy before you ship yourself off into the world of early adulthood.
Students sat slack-jawed, absorbing the absurdity of the professor's expectations. Pencils hit the papers with force, but erasers hit harder with attempts to hide the bullshit lines that were scribbled. All were desperate attempts to please the professor and to feel adequate.
I'd like to start off that I am planning on being a dropout myself. A lot of people have told me I shouldn't because I'm a senior and I'm almost there, so what sense does it make to drop out now? I should stick it out for just a few more months, right?
I will set this straight right off the bat: this isn't the ramblings of a high school dropout. I graduated from high school with a 4.36 GPA, I rarely skipped school, I found it to be very easy, and I had a lot of friends at school. But therein lies the problem—I hated every second of it. A more appropriate summary then would be the ramblings of the public school poster child.