I've got something to say

I've got something to get off my chest
It's been brewing for 4 years now
I apologize for my explicit rant,
I figure now that I'm about to graduate, I might as well rant it up

We all know it
Yet we never speak of it
We all get it
This has happened to all of us at some point or another

Last week I was talking to my coworker
We talked about our high school experiences
She being a junior, and I being a senior
We shared stories of good times we've had in high school
She told me of the time, when we played their school in basketball
Their entire student body wore shirts and ties
Such as to mock the people of the lone peak area
A display of mockery
A reconciliation of sorts,
That They deem necessary because everyone at lone peak is supposedly "rich"

Rich kids
Rich parents
Rich businesses
Rich houses
Rich cars
The life of rich people is something that can cause feelings of hatred
Faster than few other things
But why I ask?

For four years I, we have been mocked by other schools
And why?
Because we can afford a nicer house,
A faster car?
What is it about money that causes others to feel such feelings?
Do they feel inferior?

I don't know the answers to these questions
Yet I believe, it's as Mr. Rios likes to say, "somebody's gotta be rich, it might as well be us."

Forget to Remember

i remember those days sitting on the bench, alone with my thoughts
i remember when all that i cared about was sports. those were simple times
i remember when i couldn't get enough i laughed hysterically ever time i watched emperor's new groove. now i don't usually crack a smile.
i remember when life wasn't so serious

i remember when we were graded on effort, rather than our understanding of the material
i remember when i couldn't drive and all i wished for was my own car to drive anywhere i wanted whenever i wanted. now instead of driving all over i just sit at home and do nothing. go figure.

i remember when freedom was all i wanted. i still kinda want that but i'm scared of the implications and the responsibility
i remember when i didn't understand girls. i still don't.

i wonder how much i'll forget to remember

What do we need?

A semester ago I wouldn't have dreamed of using a picture as my blog post. Now, that is simply not the case. Senior-itis has set in and I'm just not able to function as well as I used to. So here's my post for this week. I really couldn't have typed it any better.