High School

The smell. The disapproving whispers. The horrendous food. Certainly such a prodigious academic location would offer something more profound to our erudite minds. Maybe. Maybe not. It is doubtless that high school at minimum sets the mood for one's intellectual appetite to be whetted. Many a futures have been swayed by the things learned in secondary schools. This does not seem to support that they are the least bit efficient at fulfilling the overall purpose of their very existence. Even a device as broken as this is incapable of holding back those striving to achieve excellence.

However, I will, without further ado, get to the point. The point being there is no point. To high school. The fact of the matter is that the  information furnished by high schools is trivial. Placeholders to what the future will hold. While overlooking the odd anecdotal case, there have never really been any true scientific revelations that have sprung forth from the bowels of one of the 17,000 high schools in America. While one may posit that I would be missing the point, as it were, of high school, I would dare to submit that it provides pupils with nothing more than a platform upon which they may refine their study skills before really beginning their education. A high school diploma may be earned with a disgustingly tiny modicum of effort. It's value is that it allows you to give college a go.Which to present day, the only merit I can award high school is that it will end. It will cease to be, and something of actual value will fill my time.

As I see it, high school is a metaphorical gas station in our road trip of life; a necessary step to getting to your destination, but has little to no affect on what you actually accomplish upon your arrival.

Food for thought, my friends.

 ~V 1.1~