The Beginning

I am a high school senior, as you may know if you have seen my profile, but I consider myself a different type of senior. First off is I am in a high school that benefits academics and allows students to be in classes that relates to their success in school. So I find myself in classes with many of the same people as me, well at least in the intellectual standpoint. Even with this advantage, it still astounds me that this generation, the one I am so lucky to live within, does not appreciate or respect many of the values or standards previous generations do. Since freshman year it has been like a jungle trying to get to my locker, and I feel as if I am in a contest of survival of the fittest. I have to push, and ask those to move, just so I can get to my locker for maybe 30 seconds. Now I understand that people talk to their friends around their lockers until they must leave for class, which is fine. But when someone asks if they would please move for maybe a minute, they should do so, and not act like it will kill them. I look at my fellow classmates and I wonder sometimes if I got dropped on my head, or if something is wrong with me. When I look around, I don't feel like they do, I don't want to go to a party on the weekend and get wasted beyond the point of remembering what happened the next day. I find myself wanting to be older, where it is past the point of the immaturity or party all the time atmosphere. So here I am, waiting on my shooting star...please come soon.