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Dear High School

 Dear High School,


Why are you so manipulative? Why are you so naïve and ignorant? Why do you corner us in this 4 year trap? Why do you portray yourself as a place of endless possibilities and support, but in actuality exist as a cage of deceit and judgement? Why do you tear down our confidence by exaggerating our flaws and faults? Why are you blind to our inner beauty and integrity? Why do you cloud our sanguinity with regret and guilt? Why must you knock us down over and over again, and make it impossible to stand? Why do you hide hope and courage behind an unsolvable puzzle, while placing fear and doubt in front of us? Why do you desensitize us to empathy and trust? Will you ever let us win this treacherous battle?

Dear High School,

I am lost and confused. I've been left behind in the dust of manipulation and lies. I've been bemused byy the deception and invective words thrown in my face. I've been past my breaking point, but now I've been assembled. Each mistake and failure has broken off, and I've grown. The countless nights of hopelessness always ended with the light of a new day Those chance smiles and kind words have picked me back up. I want my words to give us hope, to give us truth. Truth that YOU can be beat. My words will uncover the hope buried deep beneath you. My words will expose you. They will throw life and love into your face and spread through your hallways, as if injecting a poison into your veins. My words will inspire optimism and sympathy to those beautifully flawed faces around me. Your faulty system will not break us. After this year we will be stronger than we thought possible. We will come together and hold one another up. We will bend and twist, but you can't snap us. Or you might...but we will be back. You will make us enraged, you will make us weep. But after our anger has cleared and our tears have dried we will stand. We will shake off your vile, your consuming guilt. My words will prove enduring, I promise that every bruise you leave on us will heal. 
So High School...thank you. Thank you for manipulating us. Thank you for being ignorant and deceptive. Thank you for clouding our integrity. Thank you for giving us no visible exit. Thank you for inflating my mistakes and failures, so now my victories will make their mark. Thank you for making me stronger. Thank you for hiding the hope at the end of the impossible maze, because we've made it. Thank you for pushing me beyond my breaking point and for erecting the person I am today.


Dear College,
...Bring it on ;) 


Written October 13th, 2011 in High School. 

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