— Robert Adams (via elige)
— Fox Mulder
This is something jumbled I wrote 4-5 years ago while in high school. Looking back today, thinkin if I’d followed my dreams back then I’d be in a better place today.
And, we all know the sky just might fall with a failed test, final, or project. After all, life centers around not only doing well, but excelling - because the ones who stand out are the ones who get into the good colleges, right?
And according to my high school counselor (who is a fantastic person nonetheless), a successful future is comprised of starting college immediately after high school, landing a high-paying job, followed by starting a family, and finally retiring.
Where’s the excitement, the adventure, the spontaneity in that?
My ideal life would consist of a year of travel after high school - to “expand my horizons” - as the travel agency site states. Then, college far, far away from Michigan - somewhere exotic, somewhere just waiting to be explored.
Naturally I’d get a degree doing something I ultimately adore - something I wouldn’t mind spending the rest of my life doing. And when Prince Charming asks for my hand in marriage (fuck that, this was obviously written before I started dating), we will drive off into the beautiful sunset and elope.
But in the meanwhile, in this place that so reminds me of a cage, I shall try to survive in a world where a failed class is to many people as awful as a death in the family.
In this sense, I walk alone. Letting the shackles that bind most high schoolers together fall so perfectly off my thin arms and legs, I will be.
It’s not enough to only work hard at school - high schoolers are also expected to have jobs. How else could they afford the newest iPod that society has convinced them they must have?
School 7:45am - 2:30pm, sports until 5pm, dinner, 2 hours of homework, and you’d better finish up chores too! And this is a day when my hypothetical student doesn’t have to work his/her job - working 4-9, dinner, homework, looks like somebody is getting 5 hours of sleep, again.
Artprizers, keep your eyes open for this amazing contribution, inspired by Bill Hicks and written by yours truly.
My carrot kale raspberry yogurt orange juice protein shake is disgusting. Turns out my “throw all the shit into a pan” cooking method DOES NOT translate into “throw all the shit into a blender” … lesson learned.
Fell in love with my hammock