I’m sick of the complacent. As the year winds down, seniors become nostalgic for times past, as if they’ve already reached their pique in middle school. I can’t quite explain why, but seeing people act like that is incredibly depressing to me. They act as if the best years of their life are behind them, and they haven’t even reached their twenties yet. I feel like my class is the product of kids pretending to be adults at too early of an age.

Blame it on the parenting

Blame it on the kids themselves, I don’t know…

I’m not the best person to judge, I’m just quiet. This is what I see when I watch people my own age interact with each other. People are too stuck up in the past to realize that the rest of their lives are ahead of them. Nostalgia is a pain and while it’s fun to occasionally reminisce about times past, if you spend too much time reminiscing, you can stall out in a grey area filled with depression. If we as a class continue on the path we find ourselves on, we will be married and have kids before we are even of legal age to drink.

I don’t know if I’m the crazy one for thinking like this, but we HAVE to realize that high school is NOT the end of our lives. It’s quite the contrary. I feel like a broken record as I’m typing this, but from the minute when we seniors throw our caps in the air, we have the whole REST OF OUR LIVES ahead of us! There is no reason to rush anything!

I feel like every single time I say that, nobody listens to me. Even as I’m re-reading this for the tenth time, I feel like I’m barely listening to me. I would like to imagine someone is out there reading this, who agrees with me but there’s no way for me to know for sure.

When I started writing this, most likely my last post for the newspaper, I intended it to be at least slightly related to my experience I had during my last regional bowling tournament, but I don’t even know any more. If nobody listens, I’m begging to ask, what really is the point? I’m banging my head into this god awful keyboard, trying to figure out an answer, but all I come up with is just a mess of   .’]kljasdbnfkj;asd…

I’m sorry I’m not the peppiest student in my class

I’m sorry I’m quiet

I’m sorry for living an apologetic life

All that I’m trying to say is that we need to live in the present. Is that too much to ask? I mean if we spend too much time acting like we’re adults during our childhood, we’ll spend our entire adulthood acting like children. I don’t want to believe in a world where that happens, but it’s not like one person writing can change the world.

I’m looking for a way to end this on a high note, but I’m not quite sure there is one. I guess the moral of the story is to live your life on your own terms. Everyone wants, so desperately, to fit in to any crowd that they lack the foresight to form their own opinions before hand. Even if the right choice isn’t exactly the most popular one, I’d rather take the unpopular choice and, I guess, for the last 18 years, I’ve been looking for people who agree. Those people do exist, right?

If, over the course of the last school year, any of you guys enjoyed my writing, please check out my personal blog, Cracker-Barrel Thoughts. Honestly, the only difference between the two is that I swear on the other one. If you have enjoyed any of these posts, I promise you’ll enjoy Cracker-Barrel Thoughts just as much.

I’m trying to imagine some type of philosophical way to end this…

Shred your photo albums
They’re not gonna save anything.
Petty moments in a grave.

Toss your newborn baby.
He deserves a better path
Than an Ambien dream
Filled with Vicodin dreams
Predetermined to relapse
Spending weekends in the bath.
He can breathe through the cheeks of the tauntaun

~Jeff Rosenstock

Cheers guys, I’ll see you on the other side

Spencer