I’m sitting in a cozy chair in the library next to a window, and there are a lot of clouds in the sky, and some of the leaves are falling off of the bigger trees. and i could really go for a glass of water and the only thing that stinks is that I don’t have a water bottle so I have to wait till like…dinner. Or I could get off my lazy butt and fill up a triangular paper cup with water from one of those fancy things sitting over there that can usually be found in a boxy office. My clothes don’t match today, and it feels good to wear what I want without judgement.  Do you know what I hated about high school? I hated how everyone had something to say about someone else.  It didn’t matter how nice you were to them or how many times you held a door or let them copy your answers. They just wanted to assume that you were not who you actually were.  They wanted to pluck your eyebrows or mess up your hair.  They wanted to raid your blog and cure you of your opinion. They wanted to gang up on you because you didn’t agree with them. And most of all, they did not want you to fight back.  It was never anything personal; it was just the system, and the system was flawed.  If you were happy, they didn’t understand why.  If you were sad, they did.  If you talked about God, it got messy.  If you talked about death, it didn’t.  People were always tired, hungry, cold, sick, or confused. They said things like, “I want to go home” and “We never learned this.” That’s the thing. We didn’t really learn anything. We didn’t learn how to be nice to people or let them be who they wanted to be. We didn’t learn how to let go.  We didn’t learn how to be happy despite our circumstances. We didn’t learn how to keep our tongues from speaking about other people.  We didn’t learn how to stand up for what we knew to be right.  We didn’t even learn how to say sorry and really mean it.  They didn’t offer classes on those subjects.