Ah, high school! The pungent and emotionally effusive hot-house filled with the various saplings of budding youth. The disturbingly over-crowded hallways, the cacophony of overzealous cursing and gossip, the various unnameable liquids puddled on the tiled floor of the cafeteria , PMS, sexually frustrated barely-pubescent boys, frustrated and under-paid faculty... Torture. Pathetic torture, but torture nonetheless.
I am J. Pabst, high school student, and unpublished but hopeful writer. I'm nothing special. Average grades, average friends, average ability, average cynicism. The difference? I'm going to share the experiences I have during my last semester of public school with the world at large.
I know, you're probably sick of all those "teen fiction" books. I can assure you, this blog will not be like those stories. For one thing, I am not a middle aged woman, writing the observations I have of my own teen children mixed with my vague and out-of-date memories of my high school years and popular teen soap operas like The Secret Life of the American Teenager. For another thing, these experiences are not fictional. Names will be changed to protect the identities of my friends, who could be potentially humiliated by things I share here (a tempting thought... but my conscience would never allow it), and every story I share, I will have permission to share.
So... sit back, enjoy it or not, I don't care. Tell your friends!
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