It's my senior year.

Somewhere it's written that I am supposed to have everything figured out: where I want to go to college, what I want to major in in said college, my career path, my...life. That's how it goes in the movies, right? We randomly get acceptance letters from Harvard, Stanton, Yale, you know, all of those "no-name" schools that are so easy to get into. I wish my life was like the silver screen.

What directors don't show you is all of the hard work that has to go into your senior year of high school. The three years beforehand where you work your butt off, thinking that it will all do you so much good in the end. Let's be real here: even the smartest of the intellectuals have the possibility of flipping Whoppers at Burger King or unclogging drains at the local gas station. Grades are nothing more than a letter. They are nothing more than what I am using to type this up.

We are all born with the same capabilities. Even the handicapped can win the Olympics. Be that as it may that it is the Special Olympics, but, nevertheless, it rings true. What we make of ourselves is what matters, and that's what people don't realize.

High school was stereotyped for me as a bunch of jock bullies walking around, having sex against lockers, cheerleaders giving head to the kids in the bathroom, and anarchial rules (I know that doesn't make sense). I have never gotten into a fight, and when I was bullied, I fought back and shut them up. That's when I was a freshman, and I fought back to a senior. High school is a waste of time if you think of it as a movie. Think of it as four years of your life and see how that goes.

I have just lately been realizing that I think of this experience as a movie, and in many ways, it has been. Drugs, sex, alcohol, cheating, failure, moving, lies, deaths, etc. It's like KIDS all over again.

High school is just a waste of time for me. That's why you can often find me working on my notebook collages instead of taking notes.



-Jake.

When I look at that picture, it makes me want it as a tattoo more and more. Look at it. The happy smiling boy with the non-chalant female, looking as though she didn't want to be there. Shel Silverstein basically summed up the feelings of most people in relationships. Someone always feels as though they are the only one that cares in their relationship, and their significant other is just there for the photo-op. I don't know why I ever just wrote all of that. I'm very tired.

As of today, August 1st, 2006, I have lived in my North Florida abode for exactly two years. I just wanted to give you a little update on that.

I start my senior year of school on Friday, and I'm either really scared, or really excited. The fact that I get to leave Bartram Trail High School forever gets me very excited, because going to get a parking pass and going to registration, I realized that I can't stand a majority of people there. Maybe this is the irrational Jake talking, but if I never saw them again, I don't know how sad I'd be about it. Stuck up rich kids and rednecks just aren't huge in my book.

I just have nothing else to write.



-Jake.