survive high school

I survived the possibly most dreadful year of high school. I’m proud of myself. I’ve surprisingly achieved a few things – academically and socially. Not much romantically. I guess the IB magnet program contributes to that, and my inexperience in the specific area. Wow, I sound like a huge nerd. But, I’m not really. What am I doing – denying it. I am a dork. Just not the one you’d ususally imagine. People would assume the opposite if they’d meet/see me. But, well, that’s high school always assuming the usually flawed thoughts: She’s a cheerleader, must be a total bimbo. Or, he uses outlandish hand gestures and has a peculiar accent – gay. Wrong. There are no true stereotypes. And that was a pretty great epiphany. Just be yourself. Cliche, I know, but hey – high school is all about cliches: Carpe Diem and the old life throws lemons. And you know what? They’re true.