  This week is 'May Week' at school. May Week is basically our overprivledged whitie Suburban waste of money. Money, might I add, that could be better spent on something else... like say books . Or perhaps janitorial material? Cause really, if I had to choose between have cotton candy served endlessly in the Quad or having cleaner toilets, I would choose the later. It wasn't a complete waste of time. For Years Blue, a particularly good local band, played outside for everyone. They're a little cliched, and pretty obviously steal lyrically and musically from other bands (think Incubus), but I like them. Which, if anyone didn't already know, is hard praise to garner from a girl who is quickly being a music snob (I'm not actually proud of that fact).
Sometimes I think that maybe I should try to enjoy high school more. I mean, there are kids who get genuine pleasure out of this short period of time. And while I'll never be a cheerleader again, and I'm not going to muster up fake enthusiasm anytime soon, I should at least stop hating it so much. There is definitely something significant about this time in my life. I just wish that I could appreciate that.
It's so hard to stop and smell each preverbal rose when there are so many other issues that mount up to such great importance. Years, of even months, from now, I doubt my graphing calculator will matter to me. But the moments that stick are the intense, ridiculous moments. The injustices! The terror! The exhilaration! It's all so raw and fresh. Affectionately... Anna 
