I'm supposed to be in bed by now. After all, it's 4am. But I came across these photos of my old high school, and I just had to open up this journal of sorts and jot down some memories. It's been 10 years since my freshman year in high school. One of the more difficult years of my adolescence.
My small town high school went through some reparations of sorts where they fixed up the old buildings and they also built a new one which amazingly enough, looks uglier than the older ones. Same old cheap, grey Romanian building with zero personality and zero architectural qualities.
But who the fuck needs that anyways?
What bothers me the most is the fucking football field they built right in the middle of the entire campus. And it's sealed off with these tall fences. It looks retarded.
It's as if the new Apple Campus would have a big fucking fenced off football field right in the middle.
But then again, it makes perfect sense for them to do that. I don't exactly remember my old high school for its smart and competent people. And no, it's not a fucking family as they describe it on Facebook. At least it wasn't 10 years ago.
It was a joke. A really bad one at that.
Teachers who should have never been teachers, principals who don't care about students and class masters who are totally useless and afraid.
Shit, I guess it IS like a family after all.
A Romanian family.
All jokes aside -- my high school years were a total waste of time that didn't teach me anything. Maybe a bit more humiliation and helplessness. Like I didn't get enough of that at home.
I remember all those old teachers that were just fucking awful with their students. It angers me because these were people with a certain type of responsibility but they couldn't care less.
No one tried to inspire you at my high school. They were far too busy trying to scare you into studying. They terrorized you from the start. Stern, ugly people. Some of them died a few years ago. Good fucking riddance.
I remember that poor kid who killed himself at 16 years old because he thought he wouldn't graduate his freshman year. He was so terrorized by the thought that he would fail chemistry (when in fact, it was just a cruel ploy by the teacher, to threaten students).
That poor kid... He went home on a June day and he just hung himself. And nothing ever came of that. No one ever batted an eye.
The scumbags went on teaching and us, we went on studying.
Or pretending.
It was all a big 'let's pretend'.
I remember my first day of high school. Super shy, a bit scared, a bit excited. New faces, old faces. I had no idea what was ahead of me. That first fall of high school was debilitating. I remember that disappointing revelation that most of the teachers were not your friends, were not mentors, they were not even fucking teachers. They were enemies.
It was mind games and bad grades and fear and a slow descent into carelessness and apathy.
And that still characterizes me.
I could never grow to respect the academic medium. Especially after I graduated and came to the big city. I just couldn't. I couldn't take it seriously. To me they were all enemies. They were against me. They were not there to help me achieve something. They were not there to teach, to inspire, to help you grow.
They were there to fuck you up.
So I quit. Twice. Because it was bullshit.
In this country, it IS bullshit.
As bullshit as that new fucking building they built. They can build as many buildings as they want if they're totally unable to build up people. Because in the end, that's what they're there for. To build you up, help you grow. Especially when you're in your adolescence, some really fucking crucial and vulnerable years of your life. Years that will follow you forever.
I always disliked my high school. Today, after 10 years I reminisce. Of all the teachers I had, of all the colleagues I had. Of all the pain and loneliness.
Of all those wasted opportunities.
Of all those wolves at my door.