high school hater

still the same little bitch I've always been

Every time Maple leaves to go back to school, I can’t help but feel like she is holding the door open for Eider on her way out. A little wider every time. And as much as I am in no hurry for his departure, I hate high school. I hated it for myself and so far I have hated it for my kids. It was the pits for Maple and it sucks for Eider in its own special ways. I have a hard time believing that high school, in whatever form it takes, is anything other than the premature funeral dirge to what could be some magical final years of childhood. Instead, it cuts it short and demands a compulsory and arbitrary servitude. One based on obligation and homogenized expectation, with little time for anything along the lines of curiosity or inspiration.