My first year of high-school was unexpected to put it nicely. Combined with this being the worst year of my life it was certainly strange. I started this year with bright eyed naivety, expecting high-school to be like The Breakfast Club. I started the year strong, pleasantly surprised at the kindness of upper-clansmen. But soon I'd be jaded to the coldness of the hallways I was faced with.
Half way through the year I had the realization that even though I had friends that I was truly isolated. I had realized that I was not human, an alien from a terribly distant planet. I know, I sound poetically emo with this comparison, but I have good reason to think this. It seems that no one has ever understood me, finding me strange and unusual. I am considered the princess of weirdos, the jester of jesters. I have felt this thick fog of distance between me and my classmates that makes me feel alien, perhaps animal like. Now, as the year is coming to a close I have come to the conclusion that High-School is dreadful and is in fact going to be hell moving forward. I am not excited for the rest of this mess. Ironically, I was right, high-school is just like The Breakfast Club.
“I am surrounded by some sort of wretched specters, not by people.
They torment me as can torment only senseless visions, bad dreams,
dregs of delirium, the drivel of nightmares and everything that passes
down here for real life.”
―
Vladimir Nabokov,
Invitation to a Beheading
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