The Abhorrent Academy

I grew up in a school district that was considered "rich" by the surrounding towns' districts.  There were (and are), admittedly, some very very wealthy people that attended my school.  I was not one of them.  I have no reason to lie to my invisible audience.  If you want maybe I'll post some pictures of my house sometimes on here, if anyone doubts me.  But, if you went to my school district, you were "rich". That's just how it went.  I would say maybe 15% of the people that went there probably had what most of America would consider to be very well off.  50% of the people were middle class, maybe slightly above but still average.  And 35% of the people (myself and several of my very close friends included) were lower class, and wondered how the fuck people could tell us to our faces that we went to the "rich" school.

Maybe all the towns thought we were rich because many of the students, even me I admit sometimes, tried their hardest to appear that they were as wealthy as the top 15%.  It was kind of a vicious cycle.  Everyone bought Northface fleeces, Coach shoes, UGG boots and Vera Bradley bags to try and seem like they had the funds to spare, and then in order to try and fit in more and more people bought these status symbol-type products to appear rich, not knowing that most of the time these products are bought and carried around by students as a facade.  There were only a few kids here and there who bought those items because they could afford them.

I had Coach shoes (they were my only birthday present one year because they cost so much) And I wore the shit out of those shoes.  I wore them everyday until they got holes in the bottoms.  I desperately wanted UGG boots and a Northface, but my mother found out the prices and refused to buy them for me.

People will ask, why? Why did you want to fit in? Everyone wants to fit in in high school, at least in one group. You're lying if you say you didn't.  Am I like this now? No not nearly, although I still enjoy Vera Bradley purses, for my own reasons haha.  As I get older I, as well as many, realize that fitting in isn't nearly as important as being your own person.  But I was a dumb kid in high school, I didn't know any better.  There were so many popular kids in my school, it seemed like they had it all and were so happy.  Everyone wants that, and that's why my high school was so fucked.  Those kids weren't necessarily any happier then I was, but they had beautiful clothes, and shiny cars that mommy and daddy bought them to drive to school.
I would glance at the student parking lot as I descended the bus that was coughing inky smoke into the air, and watch the paint on the cars glitter in the sun. Something would always twist inside me, and I later figured it was mostly jealousy tinged with sadness.

Anyway the point of this post is to let everyone know what my backdrop of life was, and the ambiance of my school.  It was a pretty abhorrent place.  I'll go into more detail about why it may or may not be partly to blame for may hatred of people (especially theater people), and my bitchiness haha.

'Till next time