A School Story

Five years old and I walk into school for the first time.

Sherwood is a wonderful new experience.

It was a scary place,

But luckily I knew a lot of the other children.

I’m outgoing and make friends quickly,

And I have the time of my life.

I feel welcomed and at peace.

Fast forward and I am walking through the doors of Carver,

The school that dwarfs what I’m accustomed to but I’m not discouraged.

Confident in my movements and happy as can be to be moving up in the world at last.

I am feeling great about life and excited about what I’m doing.

Then I walk through the doors of Parkview,

Still feeling great about the world but very uncertain about what lies ahead of me as a freshman.

I allow myself to be consumed with jealousy for my best friend’s success.

I develop anger issues that I simply suppress.

My problem is solved.

Sophomore year breezes by without many frustrations.

I turn my life away from Debate which has grown old and move on to my future.

I leave the friends I made behind and take a step forward.

Junior year and I join theatre which provides me with a sanctuary and a place of acceptance.

I feel a part of things immediately and have a surplus of people who love me

I have finally found my home,

With the people I love in the place I love.

Senior year and I crush it all.

The ones who once loved me have turned against me and there is no one to blame but myself.

Senior year brings me the biggest upsets I have yet experienced,

All of them ripple effects due to my prior summer of self-loathing and despair,

The anger I had always done my best to bottle up has reared its ugly head.

I feel alone in the world.

The friendships I once had are scarce to none.

All because I can’t control my temper,

And act without thinking.

Senior year is the year to best them all,

Right?