an overdue tribute to high school.

"This is not The Greatest Song in the World, no.
This is just a tribute.
Couldn't remember The Greatest Song in the World, no, no.
This is a tribute, oh, to The Greatest Song in the World,
All right! It was The Greatest Song in the World,
All right! It was the best muthaf**kin' song the greatest song in the world."

-Jack Black 

this is a tribute 

to the stupidity that made my highschool great

to chemistry (F**k you) and stoichiometry (F**K you too) #FutureMissionary

to last minute over night projects and group projects i took a back seat to

to the dream team

to night boarding

to sneaking out (thank god for basement doors) 

to smash and toon link

to all the girls i never could talk to

to bros nights because we never could talk to girls

to the teachers that cared and the teachers that didn't

to mangam (thanks i never really wanted to learn a language) 

to sophomore year 

to dumb crazy parties

to the the almost predictable depression. 

to squeeze media, highland elementary and malawi's  

to all the inadequacies

to all the dances 

to jr prom 

to that one girl that i kissed 

to betos #NotSponsored 

to XC 

to the one year of band (even though i did nothing)

to Master Bateman the first teacher to truly hate me (honestly one of my favorite classes XD lol)

to PK and the feeling of inadequacy 

to MP (i really am sorry ) 

to pokemon 

to goblin valley

to art 1

to Mr.Dunn 

to Oregon 

to AC 

to nilla wafer top hat time

to star bomb

to fight nights

to the endless number of groups that i was part of

to life 

to explosions in the sky

to kasabian

to the fleeting picture of who i once was 

   i sit here looking at a screen going through the memories that have made me. terrified of the unknown.

 astonished of the grief i feel leaving something i hated behind. 

i stand looking back at the fleeting picture of who i once was 

i often picture myself on a one man ship. the night is silent and the waters are still. i sit looking back at where i once was as i slowly drift into the empty unknown, anxiety and fear fill the emptiness never to be seen the same again. es to.     

i doubt anyone will read this and honestly i hope no one does. but in the end this is just a tribute 

peace