Highlights of High School

This seems to be the last of all the posts. As this blog draws to an end so does high school. High school has been both a torturous hell and a blissful heaven. I think I can speak for everyone that no one likes doing tests, assignments, all of new difficulty. Oh, and the endless teenage drama that seems relatively significant, like the way someone who you do not enjoy anyways "gave you a funny luck" is the destruction of all your walls. High School is just a funny thing. The way we at the mere age of sixteen are seriously thinking of where to go in life and who we are going to be. I could never wrap my head around that. I felt too unprepared like I had listened all those years in school and absorbed nothing. I get that all the teachers reassure you that everything works out the way it is but even that is a false guarantee and idea to put into our minds. High School had freedom, but not enough. Like holding a bird on a leash, still bombarded and hovered but can get some airtime. I mean High School is great, the way it is filled with first heartaches, new people who either tear you down or push you forward in a horrible process of trial and error trying to discover which they are. Of course, how could I ever forget the lovely concept of peer pressure. The way your peers forcefully shame you or make you feel different if you do not do the same things or think the way they do. ( ie. drugs are good, drink alcohol every weekend at parties- hey even under a bridge!, you need to look this certain way, don't talk to them because they don't think the same way I do) I think the sadness that becomes of being shaken by not knowing your identity and who you are is on the top ten list of the most horrible feelings ever. We go to school forced to choose a "sensible" career and decide who we are when we have barely had a chance to realize it for ourselves.

Don't get me wrong though. I absolutely am in love with school. High School was THE opportunity to sort things out whether it be yourself, your friendships, ideals, or principles. You go in afraid to lose your friends but end up realizing that people inevitably change. High School is meant to change, so we can all try to discover who we truly are and sometimes our paths don't cross with our friends. So we keep our memories but we find ourselves walking away. High School also offers a lot of tests for morals. Do I do drugs? Do I drink underage? Do I make fun of this girl because all of my new friends are? By your actions, what you do and how you interact with other people is a mirror to yourself. You are what you do and say. You are everything you create in the world. This includes the words you bring to life, the horrors for some, and the actions you bless and reign on others. High School is lovely as well because you really do get to try all sorts of things. It's the time where you get to learn to drive, take classes you choose, do sports, and join clubs. High School is the best and worst days of your lives, but I think because of all the bad days you learn to appreciate the good ones more. High School does that to you. When you meet new people and experience more and just overall grow up- well you get a grander perspective. You can understand more.

Well since this is my last blog post I need to wrap it up. I guess my initial idea for having a blog that touched on both the good and evil on numerous topics was just to talk about how everything has its own sense of balance. You can not have something just be good and something all be bad. A murderer was once a little boy with big dreams and maybe had a bad background. An ice-cream cone can be a refreshing treat or a messy burden and disgusting to the lactose. Death is the deepest of lessons and the world's horrific cruelties. So we continue on in this cycle. We endure in order to be granted with the pleasures, the good moments, life's gifts. There is only good because there is something worse to compare to it. We need both sides of the scale or one would weigh in too deep. I think I want people to appreciate the darkness as much as the light. Hades always had the burden of taking on the image of the bad guy but someone had to take the dead and tortured to punish for you.

The stillness of the silent night is surreal, and unpleasing.
But you see it, you see the stars the way they pour out through the black back drop.
The white light twinkles far, unattainable, teasing.
The way the sun kisses the horizon good morning and good night never ceases to stop.

Take a lap around the circle and learn something new each time around,
This is the cycle that we endure and found. 

Han Van