High School

Do you ever feel like you're moving but you're not really moving? 

Like, you're going to class but you're not actually going anywhere. 

You move along in this endless dance filled with classes and semis and teachers and extra-curriculars and  work experience forms and at the time it all seems like the most important thing in the world.

But when you leave school, when you enter the massive world, too big for you to comprehend and even then, tiny compared to the entire universe, none of the stuff is going to matter to you. 

You move so fast through high school, running to class, to the tuckshop line, to resource hire or the office but you never really go anywhere at all. 

You're stationery and everything that's important to you is an illusion that, in three years, you won't even remember. 

That's a scary thought.