Throughout my high school career, I was enrolled in two different schools. From freshman to sophomore year I lived in New Jersey attending a school that goes by the name of Bridgewater-Raritan High School. It was BIG. I loved it there. I met one of my best friends for life there, so I am grateful for that experience. And then, from my junior to senior year, I was living back in the "570",(Wilkes-Barre, PA), attending Holy Redeemer High School.

First of all, going from a "no dress code zone" to a full-on plaid skirt, high socks, and same collared shirt imprinted with the school's name on it, already gave the rest of my high school experience negative points. Relax though, I got used to it.

The immaturity level throughout high school was unbelievable. As a freshman, I figured that once we got to senior year, everything would be super relaxed and you would be treated as an adult. Well, let me tell you how wrong I was. It was so disgusting the way people acted. The girls would put on their fake personalities and always talk in super high annoying voices around boys. The boys would always scream, yell, and try to fight each other with slices of pizza at lunch. I felt like middle school was way more relaxed than this.

The level of obnoxiousness was gross. Everyone thought they were hot sh*t. No one liked being told they were wrong. And what sickens me the most is there are always groups or cliques. No one really likes new faces unless you play a sport or someone "popular" becomes friends with you. Then you are in good shape. Otherwise, you are screwed.

The things that went on at my school were insane. The freshmen were vaping and smoking in the bathroom. Most of the girls had drama ALL THE TIME. If you are apart of a "group", and you don't get invited somewhere with that "group", then all hell broke loose. And what annoyed me the most was that everyone talked about everyone. You could be best friends with someone and there they were talking about you and spilling your secrets all because you didn't give them your homework. Like really? C'mon now.

This one group of boys had the nerve to spread nudes of this poor girl around. Luckily, it only got to a few people before it was shut down. But do you see? You are never safe. People will rat you out so fast, it's like you were never friends. No one was ever really friends. Or at least, that's how I saw it. All everyone tried to do was impress. Whether it was with money, parties, looks, information, or big news, everyone tried to get attention.

But do you know what no one cares about? Serious stuff. For example, we had a really cool opioid assembly. It was nuts. There were strobe lights and music blasting; it was probably the coolest assembly I have ever been to. Anyway, no one took that seriously.

When prom time came around, everyone was desperate. I mean, the opioid assembly was definitely more exciting and we didn't even get to dance. Sneaking in illegals was like a strategic apple store game if you weren't already under the influence walking in. People were smart though. Did you know that there are such things called tampon flasks? Yeah, I know..gross. But I'm telling you, these people were desperate.

We had an assembly before prom night about drinking and driving. There were people out that night doing exactly what we pledged not to do. People just don't care.

You would not believe the number of people in my school suffering from something, whether it was a mental illness, sickness, or family struggle. No one knew, because no one cared to ask. No one cared enough to pay attention to it.

High school was full of people who were too afraid to stand up for themselves and people who had a lot to say but didn't. It was all about reputation and what people thought about you. You always had to do what everyone else thought was right.

Now, I'm not saying I was the perfect person, but boy did I avoid that as much as possible. I probably had one or two really good friends in high school. To be honest, that is all you need, because the more friends you have, the more likely you are to piss someone off.

However, not everyone was terrible. There were some really cool people among that group. You just had to look really hard for them.

Maybe your high school experience was different, but there is definitely a thousand things I would rather do than to go back to my high school after making it out.

I don't know, hopefully, college is different.