double oh seven

how highschool is too highschool
and we all know it's not cool to be gay
and that you're damned to hell if your shoes don't match your (pants, shirt, purse, necklace, notebooks, irises) everythings.
purple eyeshadow is limited to wednesday. try not to
forget again.
the stairs are a nobackup zone
and you can't parallel park (in the hallway between classes) on the westernmost streets, but only because they intend to plow and never do (it's
not like it snows the entire time from oct 31 - apr 1).
you park there anyway. peer pressure made you do it.

Traffic rules don't begin to apply to you until you hit 25 (middle age).

lunch is the hemorrhage that constantly pains our asses
and your table dictates your place in the caste system of the india that is
the northwest pa collegiate academy
(except china is this year's topic).
We don't have the work ethic of the chinese (although they'd like to think we do).
How many of you got there by staring in
books surreptitiously perched open on your laps during tests?

my screen name doesn't have enough x's in it
and they're selling drugs in the reading room (which we, as
teenagers can't manage to keep [anything] clean)
ink stains on leather couches, sharpie slurs on bathroom walls,
(I once saw "Jane is a slut" scrawled on the wall of a confessional)
is anywhere sacred anymore?

highschool accounts for a large portion of suicides.
people get caught up in the seeming eternity of the moment
and bring guns to school.
(I wish I had the courage of the girl who said yes).
the pink hair stage won't last forever. (purple and blue didn't, remember?)

it's never as bad as we think and say
and the teachers we bitch about,
the ones that value accountability, are the best by far
so those 720 (4320; 259, 200) volan como relámpagos
especially with toute la groupe.

and as we walk in the blue and gold, down the red, and up to the white, brass, and strings,
people watching never gets any better.

--27 fevrier 10:19pm