Graduating High School

If it weren’t for me being the first graduate from my family there is roughly an 87% chance I wouldn’t have decided to walk. I’m not big on tradition, never have been and probably never will be. Ceremonies and junk like graduation are rather boring social events that I don’t typically care for. Alas, I’m a decent human being and a decent daughter, so for the sake of my family I’m walking across a stage to receive a rose and empty diploma display.

Semi-necessary details: I’m graduating with honors, which is why I’m wearing a white cap and gown, my friends are doing the same. I also have cords from Social Studies Honor Society and from taking all AP classes throughout high school. I also have a tiny medal for graduating with honors. Our graduation song is See You Again by Wiz Khalifa. And finally, my school’s colors are red, white, and blue.

Thus, let us begin our summary of the event that I participated in:

So, basically, everyone had a speech and I zoned out pretty peacefully. The only exception was when my childhood best friend, the valedictorian, gave a speech that would make anyone with emotions cry, luckily I’m a rather emotionless creature and just enjoyed her dedication and rhetoric. After a few more speeches from people I didn’t know or care about, they started handing out diplomas. We all accepted them in the exact same manner, looking like red, white, and blue automatons. It was all very efficient.

After words we all turned out tassels, threw our hats, and took roughly a million and a half pictures. Thus began the death match to go get our actual diploma in a completely different building on campus. Luckily my friend Paris and I ran half way across campus and were the first ones to actually get our diplomas before the chaos began. The whole ordeal was over rather quickly, which was fantastic. In the end, I’m just glad everything is over with.


Peace out, high school. You’ve been weird.


My High School Career in Review

24 hours from now I’ll be a high school graduate. What the fuck.

In these four years I’ve learned the following things:

  • How to bullshit an amazing essay
  • How to get away with being in places you shouldn’t be
  • Philosophy is actually really important
  • How to have a happy and healthy relationship
  • Making excuses for other people’s shitty behavior helps nothing
  • How to treat people with respect and love while still being 100% real with them
  • Keeping an open mind, even when you don’t want to, is a good idea
  • How to get rid of toxic people
  • How to find x in various equations
  • Mental illness is just as valid of an illness as a physical one
  • How to not put up with bullshit
  • How to get away with dong as little as possible
  • Being able to laugh at yourself just makes life easier
  • Caring too much is awful
  • Not caring at all is also awful
  • How to get illicit substances for very cheap
  • How to maintain friendships
  • Death is inevitable and that’s okay
  • Family DOES NOT have to be the people you’re related to

And so on.

Now I would love to say that from an academic stand point that I gained a plethora of knowledge that will help me with my college career, but to be honest I don’t think academia is the overall point of high school. The social and personal development that’s happened in high school is what really sets you up for the rest of your life. Fuck algebra, that’s not what’s I’m gonna need to know about when I’m trying to handle a social conflict or do my taxes. I know for me, in these four years I’ve spent running through hallways, I’ve learned more about myself and how I think and what I believe in far more than I’ve learned about anything else.

Was it awful? Nah. Was it some of the best years of my life? Hell no. If I could describe how I feel about high school I would say it was weird yet pleasant medium. At first, I was disappointed at the realization that it was an average sort of experience, but, given all the crazy stuff that happened to me during those four years, maybe I needed the stability and monotony that school offered. Through being diagnosed with depression, OCD, and a serious anxiety disorder among a lot more junk, I always had a place to escape even it was something as lame as school.

As much as I hate to admit it, high school was good for me. Am I gonna miss it? Nope. But am I thankful for it happening? Of course. The people I’ve met and the lessons I’ve learned wouldn’t have happened in any other place, even if it was between classes. I guess, if anything, high school felt exactly like the stepping stone it is. Now I feel adequately prepared for the next step in my life and I’m hoping for some serious adventures in the future.

Cheers to fellow members of the class of 2015. We made it.

Starting a Blog for the Millionth Time

You’d figure by now that I know I’m crap at keeping up with blogs, and therefore would have no desire to continue my attempts to create a blog that’s more than likely going to fail. That would be the logical conclusion anyways, but despite my incredible inclination toward logic, here I am. I have this overwhelming want to document my life with little commitment to a full on blog, so that’s what I’m hoping to create.

You see, I’m in a really strange transitional period of my life where I’m graduating high school, going on to college, and trying to find my own sense of identity, all while battling my mental health issues. It’s kind of a weird mix of crazy junk all happening at once. I figure that’s gotta interest for people to read about, and would be completely fascinating to look back on one day. That’s really the end goal: to look back on all the things I did and how it made me who I am, whoever that may be. What better way is there to immortalize the past in order to learn from it in the future?

So, I’m starting another blog because life is weird and living it is weirder.