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Benjamin's Inane Mutterings
We've Come A Long Way
06/18/09 at 02:54 PM by ikikwe
As the music filled the ballroom, the lights blinded my left as my right one lost focus. I was a tenuous connection in a circle of classmates dancing to "We've Come A Long Way" by Good Old War. Some of them sang along, most did not. I didn't, even though I knew the words. Seconds prior to the beginning of the song, seconds following The Smashing Pumpkin's "Tonight, Tonight", it hit me; high school is completely finished. It was a sad realization, but one that had to come eventually.

For me, high school was kind of a love/hate relationship. I barely remember 9th besides the fact that History Honors destroyed me. 10th grade was hellish, and I hated go to school every morning. 11th grade was better, and 12th grade has been great. I hated getting up in the morning, but I loved seeing my friends, so it wasn't all bad.

I have been attempting to trivialize high school so I can get excited for college, but the truth is it's a futile venture. Try as I might, I can't help but let these last few days of high school bum me. Save for the ten or so kids I hang out with on a regular basis, I probably won't see most of my classmates again for another ten years. Most people would be hip-hip-horrah about that, but I like my grade. Sure, we're not some cliched tight-knit blanket of a class, but everyone doesn't hate each other. We're a very apathetic class and so we never put much effort into cliques and what have you, but in the end it worked out better that way; everyone gets along and there is little to no "sauce" between people.

There wasn't any sauce on Prom Night either, but something about it bummed me out. Maybe it was the girl that flirted with me all year in envriomental science dancing with her stoic shell of a boyfriend. Or my close friend pretending to be happy with her ex-boyfriend-who-wanted-to-take-a-"break"-but-in-reality-wanted-to-hook-up-with-alleged-bitches. I had a good time, I really did, but there was just something in the air that night. Something that I feel like is going to come back in full swing come tomorrow when I graduate. In 24 hours and 16 minutes I will be seated in a white chain in my auditorium because, in all likelyhood, it will probably still be pouring rain. I will walk up, get my diploma case, smile, and sit down. And so goes my high school career. So it goes.
Tags: high school, good old war, prom, bummer
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