A message to freshmen going into high school:
After the first couple of weeks fly by in a colourful, dizzying whirl of over-priced outfits, strangling smell of Axe body spray, and burnt hair curls, there is a short period of self-discovery as you are forced into a place- or lack thereof- in high school and then all at once you are slapped in the face by the harsh reality that you’re going to be at this school, with these people for the next four years—
you’re probably going to want to take up heaving drinking and/or hard drugs to numb the suffocating sadness of crushed individuality, and hopeless dreams. It would be my advice to avoid doing this if possible, because the thing is: eventually you will graduate (assuming you didn’t screw everything up) and it will all be over sooner than you think. The once debilitating feelings of anguish and longing for freedom will instantly be replaced by a certain joy and peace unable to be overshadowed by anything, as you walk up those steep steps to receive the ticket out of hell. A diploma.
So honestly, the best advice I would give you is to do what you think is right, don’t start anything you can’t finish, and try to hold onto who you are. You’re gonna lose friends, and get bad grades, and some days you’re just going to want to stay in bed all day and cry into a pillow. But trust me, when it’s all over, you’ll be so glad that you’re out of there that it makes every moment worth it. It’s not all bad, and a lot of it has to do with attitude.