Something that bothers me... should still be studying.

People who complain about how much high school sucked, and yet went to parties and made close friends. I hated my high school friends and I was only friends with them because I didn't want to be totally alone. And even so, I spent most weekends with my family eating frozen pizza and watching a rented movie. Then these people who partied with friends, went bowling, to the beach, to the mall, everything that I wanted to do, sit here and complain about how crappy their experience was. Well I'm sorry that your perfect little life has improved so much since the glory days that you never reminisce about them. At the time you were the kings and queens of the football field, and I was the one who can count on one hand the number of games I saw. My good memories aren't many; my first slow dance with a boy, junior year when my yearbook was full of signatures, my first summer working, getting out early senior year and going to Wal*Mart every day with a friend, Quebec, horror movies, senior trip when the boy I liked held my hand for the first time, graduation; they aren't glamorous, but I treasure them.
It just bothers me that people who had these experiences every weekend can complain about high school. Sure, the day to day, waking up at 6 am, monotony was crappy for everyone. But things were better once that 1:50 bell rang and we could all go home, or out, or to work. And Fridays were fabulous. Saturday shopping excursions and sleepovers. And Sundays, when finally the excitement settled down and we would do our homework.
Life now is different, four short years after my 'senior spring'. I still wake up at 6 am, but not because I have early classes. I either have to work, or do school work, and it's so much harder to wake, knowing that I don't get to have a 'super bun' and lemonade for breakfast in the cafeteria. I still love Fridays... unless I have to work on Saturday. I can't go to the mall anymore, because I have bills to pay. Sundays are still for homework, but I don't have the smell of Mom's beef stew wafting up the staircase encouraging me to finish so I could have dinner. Instead I have a microwaved can of soup and a fiber bar.

Yes, life has changed for me, as well as the others, but I think that it's the next four years that really matter, not the predetermined path for the intelligent through high school and college. It's what we really choose now, not what has been chosen for us by genetics, an upper middle class upbringing, and luck. It's our turn now ladies and gentlemen. What will we do?

Good day blogverse, I hope your day is less stressful than mine... Now back to the books!