Bright and airy, modern spaces. A new beggining, a hopeful new world. You ignore that nothing has changed, demanding to be better then your past school experiences. The disconcertedness experienced in this highschool has turned me nostalgic of my middle school days, at least those were a time when I had real friends, who have all gone seperate ways.
Now you slowly dwindle, thrown to the side, a social outcast. In it's fair time it has become simply drab and unbearable. You are forced to wonder out into the beautiful nature around, but soon see it to be flawed and unfit, primarily due to the disgusting slab like building's treason against nature itself, and all the awfully planned "green" infrastructure that attends to it. Now we can't even go in the woods, lest the staff catch us and pervert our innocent intentions into great wrong doing, leaving the building during the lunch hour for one to escape the institutes shear conformity is somehow interpretted into leaving the building to cause havoc in the nearby suburbs, planning school shootings, or abusing drugs.
Slowly they attemp to meld your mind, tell you what you love and know as your personal ways of thinking are problematic ways of a misfit. Even among the closest persons to friends I associate with, I am still the outsider, misunderstood and constantly misenterpreted, a shear lack of right to individuality.
On an architectural level the school is drained of creativity. Harshly symmetrical, yet the infrastructure still leads to troublesome commuting, both inside and out. Entering stair shafts is comparable to turning past a lane of uncoming traffic or forcing a small paddle craft upstream in a rushing turrent. The halls in the wing of the building are uterly crowded at their extreme ends due to "classmates" loitering during passing, a combination of those exiting into the stairs or the central hall area and those coming from these areas.
The entire building is cold and drafty, somehow the engineers behind this structure found it wise to have the geothermal water collection point exposed on the narrow top level maintenance floor. The ceilings directly below roofs consistently leak.
Recently I have managed to be more social, but at what price? To what ends or reward? In a realm of relative social comfort, my individuallity is still forced to be sold out and neglected, only to weave into a social scape of creativity drained walking stiffs. Stiffs whom bashfully entertain themselves with who's a druggy or who's dating what or what teachers totally blow or engaging in activities on one of multiple mobile internet communities to hide themselves from the fact they are zombies on a practical level, void of a drive to improve the world, but instead the drive repeatedly driven and instilled to be successful and earn "the big bucks", regardless of lack of one contributing to a better environment or society. Peers continue to take me as weak and uncapable due to my humble refusal to join in the mass plan.