How To Survive High School

Hello Everyone! I had this idea playing around in my head, and wanted to see what everyone thought of it. And before you think that this is going to turn out like, "Never Been Kissed", it won't! Not at all. It's what the title says, it'll be a survival guide to high school. Vote/Comment/Fan!

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People say that high school is one of the most crucial and exciting times in your life. You learn who you are and you become the person you will inevitably be for the rest of your existence. I agree with the first part: it is one of the most crucial times in growing up.  But I can't say I agree with the second part: it may be the most exciting times in your life - if you're the IT person. The popular jock, the captain of the cheer leading team. If you're the reserved, quiet, cuddle with a book and a jar of Nutella on a Friday night as I was; you are in for the four worst years of your life.

Now, what if you had the chance to go back? Rewind the clock? I'm not talking about time travel; that's ridiculous. I'm talking about having a redo. About getting to start your senior year over and try to get the high school experience everyone wants. Ladies and Gentleman, my name is Kelly Neumann, I am a reporter for The Daily Dose in Grand Traverse, Michigan, with a dream of one day writing for the New York Times. The story that will get me there is simple.

My assignment: Go under cover as a high school senior to compare and contrast high school from the 2000 to our present time, 2010. I will be there to watch romance unravel, love scandals, worrying about pimples, and looking for a date to senior prom. I'm going back to high school to tell you How To Survive High School.

I know what you're all thinking, trust me I do. You're all asking yourselves, "How is a twenty eight year old going to pretend she's eighteen?" Well, let me explain. I graduated from Traverse City Central High School with the class of two thousand when I was sixteen. Before you ask, no I'm not some super genius who graduated two years before I was meant to. I did something called Correspondence which is on line schooling. I did my freshman and sophomore year on line during the summer leading up to what should have been my freshman year. So I entered high school as a junior. This probably was a stupid idea, because of course the kids in my class were older and more experienced in many different aspects than I was. So actually, I am now a twenty six year old. Now the next question is most likely, "Still, twenty six? She can't pull it off." Oh, my friends, how you flatter me. I seem to have some serious lacking bosoms and butt. And at the 5'5 I've been since my junior year, only make up seems to make me look my age. So all in all, I look like a high schooler. That's the reason I got this job, my girlish charm and looks. 

So to begin this paper, let me tell you about my high school days. I know I've explained my age already, so we'll gloss over that. I want to explain to you my social status and what it meant to me. As I knew I was younger than the rest of my classmates, I tended to ignore them. That's not to say if they asked to be partners or just ask about my weekend that I would reject them. I simply didn't try to fit in, I could care less. I figured the sooner I could get out of high school, the sooner I'd be doing something I loved: writing. {We'll get more into my career later} So all in all, I didn't have a lot of friends. I did have two best friends, Jillian Marshall and Erika Striver. They we're the 'outcasts' so to say at the school. They were foster kids who moved to us in the middle of the year before. I talked to them not out of pity, but out of pure confusion. People avoided them like the plague. I was curious because they were pretty enough. I never found out, and never will. But as I said, they were my rocks. I told them everything. There wasn't much to tell, I was basically left alone. No, there was never a blond hair, blue eyed head cheerleader who hated my guts. However, the redhead, brown eyed editor in chief of the paper Lisa Rutroe seemed to wrongly dislike me. She never did anything other than put my exposés closer to the back so people would miss them. Other than that, I had no enemies. I told you before, I'd rather snuggle up to a good book and a jar of Nutella then be out on a Saturday night. I never felt I was missing out on anything. Now, I do. This time I'll be living my senior year the way I should have when I really was a senior. I start school in about a week, so I'll come back to you then.

I click the 'Save As' button and type in my title. It's rough but it's a sloppy copy. The entire purpose of this is to show the next generation of schoolers the do's and don'ts. Though I don't know if I can do it. I was a shy kid and I don't know if I have what it takes. I've read dozens and dozens of 'How To Be Popular' articles, I've bought an entire new wardrobe, and dyed my originally brown hair to a sweet and innocent strawberry blond. It's amazing how I'm about to go back to the years where I was unsure and shy. I used to think I was okay and normal. Looking back, I was weird. But not weird enough to be made fun of. 

I take a deep breath and try to relax. I may have been weird back then when I had to worry about my grades and getting into college, but now I don't. I have to experience the other side of things. I have one year to write a guide for  high school. But I don't start for another two weeks, I remind myself. I have to get to work to finish my last compilations of research and check in with my supervisor. 

Because I'm going back. And all's fair in love, war, and high school.

This is just the prologue of sorts. I'm hoping for some feedback on it soon, so vote comment fan, whatever you must do! Please and thanks.(: