I think each of the four years I was a completely different Kara, but in general, quite...expressive?

Freshman year, I was extremely goth. I had the rope around the neck, wore all black, had my eyebrow pierced in the lunch line by a guy who's name I don't even remember. I was lost.

Sophomore year, I came out of my shell more but a little more creatively. I experimented with bright colors and glued flowers to my eyebrows, put glitter in my hair and started hanging out with different kinds of kids outside of school.

Junior year I matured a great deal and discovered the art of working more than playing. I began to write a lot and started maintaining relationships with drug-free friends and serious boyfriends. I loved my world history class.

Senior year, I rented a townhouse with my older friends. I came to school half-asleep, noted the shiny halls of my high school but not anything that might appear on a test for that matter, never knew where my locker actually was, and started hanging out with 40-year-olds until 3 or 4am most of the time. I said hi to everyone in the halls, had no enemies, and my teachers had me write them poems about specific subjects that corresponded with their criterial purposes as teachers and  passed me based purely on what I would write for them.

High school was a long daydream for me. Looking back, I don't regret a whole lot other than assuming the responsibility of resuming a self-inflicted education (i.e. homework, paying attention, showing up, etc.) Other than that, I enjoyed the lunches, P.E., and having the freedom to excuse myself from class after turning 18.

Sorry. This entry was intentionally supposed to set an example that it's okay to be different, because everyone grows up eventually. I keep emphasizing skipping class.

Anyway, I guess the point is, enjoy it. It's a social hurricane but damn it pay attention! I miss it at times