Thursday, April 28, 2011

Ugh... High School

So my high school got the 51st edition of our annual yearbook today.

Now let me explain a little something about LD and yearbooks; each year, upon the release of the yearbook, the school is filled with mutters about "stupid layouts" or "spelling errors" or this and that. But this year, the mutters turned into full out shouts. As a result, chaos ensued.

While normally the complaints about the yearbook range from "have they heard of spell check?" or "whose idea was it to charge us an extra $15 for this cover?, " this year the complaints were far more severe. Claims that the yearbook staff made up quotes and stuck a random name on them and had no idea what they were doing with the layout spread around the school like wildfire. And the worst rumor of all, that a certain staffer (who also happens to be one of my close friends) purposely messed up the senior pictures of other girls on her page in the yearbook to make herself look better, quickly escalated to ridiculous levels.




Comments like these make me so sick of high school... teenagers can be so nasty.


To make matters worse, in order to make themselves feel better about the fact that they paid $75 for a yearbook that they didn't know if they would like or not, many students are now taking their anger out on the yearbook staffers in the form of personal insults. And that's when I became ridiculously angry. I'm sorry, but I liked my yearbook. Loved it, even. It was well thought out, had an intelligent and put together overall concept, unique spreads, and witty commentary. And even if I hadn't liked it, I would never go so far as to have a personal vendetta against the yearbook staff. You know why? BECAUSE THIS IS HIGH SCHOOL. I repeat: This. Is. High. School. If anyone thinks that a high school yearbook really matters in the grand scheme of things, they are sadly mistaken. Let's face it: the same thing happens every year when the yearbook comes out. Everyone looks it over, paging through it carefully for about a week, after which it is generally shoved in a musty closet for the next 40 years, not to be thought of for a long while.

I know I shouldn't be this upset about the yearbook controversy; high school will be over in just one short month, and then I'll never see many of the people involved again. Even so, I can't help getting upset because it just reminds me of society's obsession with anything and everything that doesn't matter. Bad hair days, popularity, petty arguments - there are so much more important things in life to worry about. But for some reason it seems that everyone focuses on the small picture rather than the big picture. And therein lies the one of the major problems of the human race as a whole. It's one that could be so quickly solved, yet continues to find its way into our everyday lives. If perhaps we could somehow learn to focus on the important things in life rather than mundane, everyday activities, our perspectives could be vastly improved.

And that's my two cents for the day.

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