Senior Reflection Blog #4: High School

High school. The name says it all. I couldn’t say I’m about to complete 12 years of my life of never-ending education. It just feels like those 12 years has been one long LOOOOOOONG dream. No, not dream, nightmare. Ugh, it’s revolting. God, I hate high school, and I’m sure that anyone that just read those last few words is thinking “Aw, why?” Or that’s at least what everyone asks me when I tell them so I just quit telling people. Do you really think I’m going to stand there and explain every single to you about my hatred for high school? Maybe if it were one of those days I would just have rant so bad, then I might. High school life is so full of stress, dread, hate, stupidity, and the list could go on. And moving from school to school every few years doesn’t help either. One reasons for sure: drama. I don’t believe high school would even be called high school if it weren’t for the drama; and it’s nothing like the high school in movies. It’s much much worse. The drama is so torturous that it makes you want to go jump off a bridge.

Of course, I’ve learned a lot, and I don’t deny that fact. But the drama is just so ridiculous. And that’s coming from an American-born Indian girl!! It’s horrible the way those Indian aunties huddle together and talk trash about EVERYONE. I mean, drama and stupid gossip is one of the reasons why I’m going to go to NOVA for two years before transferring to Mason. Yes, I didn’t have the money and my only choice was to stay home because of my parents, but would I willingly surround myself with Desi people and all their drama for another four years? Not if I don’t have to. Especially after putting up with it in high school for so long. It’s irritating.
People say that you’re a better person when you’ve gone through pain and suffering. Yeah right. All that high school suffering only taught me to watch who I make friends with…Well though, it’s finally over. And this is the last blog we’ll have to do, not that I dislike blogging. I don’t think this blog made any sense so I hope no one reads it.

“I mean high school? High school! Those are your prime suffering years. You don't get better suffering than that.” – from Little Miss Sunshine

So true. So true...