User blog:Acebatonfan/Navigating the highschool life as a Holden Caulfield

I need to get my true feelings out about how I feel about some schools in general. I have been a student for well over twelve years, and it seems like my classmates deteriorate as each year progresses. Of course, I am not taking about their appearances, though the new prima-donna look is quite interesting, that is if you like bleached blonde hair, too much eye makeup, and clothing that barely covers the necessities.

Back during the elementary school days, everything was, essentially, cookies and cream through fourth grade; we all shared our milk and sang songs about being friends forever and living in peaceful harmony. Once fifth grade rolled around, the true personalities of some of my peers began to become more obnoxious. Students did not care if their comments about the intellectually disabled would insult anyone, and, as discussed in my term paper last year about this event, the remarks became increasingly snide to the point that it was a challenge to hold back my remarks.

Middle school was, to keep it simple, awkward. My clothing was too long, my hair was way too curly, and I was always afraid a guy was looking at me. It was that time when dating was not a two hour period where you would call the guy next to you your "boyfriend" and then leave him to go shopping at Limited Too. Parents allowed us girls to experiment with makeup, and I will always hold dear the first time I accidentally shoved a mascara wand in my eye or walking into school with sticky, hideously tinted, Lipsmackers lipgloss all over my face. The classes were difficult, and all of us wondered if the scary eighth graders would shove us into a locker after school. We couldn't even imagine surviving three years of this torture.

Alas, but highschool soon dawned upon us, and our class was divided into two main groups: those who will work and those who refuse to. Walking into my first honors class freshman year, I wondered if I would turn into someone who went grey at sixteen. Luckily, I survived my first few honors classes, but now, as those who refuse to work, commonly called "phonies" by the ever popular, Holden Caulfield, notice how things will turn out if they don't begin preparing for college.

This brings back a very insightful moment in my English class a few weeks ago. It was another daily discussion of The Catcher in the Rye, and the guy a few seats ahead of me and to the right questioned if Holden was the one to have issues if he believes everyone else is a "phony." This lead me to wonder; if I was Holden Caulfield, would I also agree with his idea that phonies seem to dominate most schools.

Today, I was debating this question with myself, and I looked around me whike eating my lunch. At the table ahead of me, I see a group of prima donnas re-doing their makeup, as if they did not have enough jet black eyeliner and mega-volumex1000 mascara on. Next to me, it looked like another group of prima donnas were laughing about my obvious chubbiness and severe lack of fashion skills... though I will be the one laughing when I am the one performing CPR on them twenty years from now.

Am I a Holden Caulfield? Well, maybe, but I'd like to say that I see everything from multiple perspectives, though this perspective definately make life a lot more interesting.