Welcome to the time of your life.

So my first post ever is coming from the wonderful Stow High School... more or less on the wonderful part.  This high school, rated #1 in excellence means nothing to the roughly 2,000 bodies that merely fill these hallways.  Though we all walk through the same crowded hallways, each one of us has a different story. Here's a little bit of what I high school has shown me:

You could say that I have the life of your average eighteen year old, but at the same time, consider there is nothing average about me.  Like most eighteen year olds, I am currently finishing up my senior year at the, again, wonderful, Stow High School; four years that I definitely could have done without.  Most kids look forward to high school events because after all, it's the best time of your life, right?  They look forward to basketball games, football games, dances, and other school supported events.  The truth is, other than the roughly 120 softball games I will have played by the end of my senior year, I've been to 3 basketball games, 1 1/3 football games, 1 soccer game, and 1 Homecoming Dance. You could say that I don't really have the cliche high school spirit or that I should just turn emo because I would fit in better, but true high school just isn't like North High.  True high school is the same 2,000 bodies filled with conflicts, problems, and hurt that they carry with them, class to class. Everyone thinks that they are different.  They think no one knows their individual problems- no one cares.  Everyone of us has the same problems that are just part of growing up.  Sitting in the glass windowed library, I have the opportunity to watch kids during class walk through the hallways.  Some kids are skipping class because they don't want to give an English presentation.  Some kids are simply going to the restroom to pass a drawn out 5 minutes and 32 seconds of the grueling 42 minute period of class.  And some of those same restroom-goers happen to be Stow High's finest... the popular girls who happen to need every second of that 5 1/2 minutes to go to work in front of the mirror, just to make sure the superficiality stays perfectly in tact on their faces.  So the reason I see all of this in a different light, is that I have done my time in high school, and it's not rocket science to figure out how it works.  Its only normal, having figured high school all out, that I am just 100% ready to graduate in roughly 3 months and get on with my life.  I want to finally start what really matters.  Finally start the most wonderful time of my life.