EVAN MANNING , Huffington Post, Feb 5, 2013
I was told that high school would be the absolute best. There would be nothing like it. It would involve partying, valuable knowledge, love, sex and choosing my path. I was told that I should soak it all in or else I’d wake up one day and I would be 40 years old, combing my few leftover hair strands, wishing I could go back in time using the “Back To the Future” DeLorean. One day, as an adult, stress and anxiety is supposed to bite you on the ass. But not as a teen.
High school hasn’t been the fairy tale I dreamed of. It’s been a draining and stress-filled environment. If I’d known at the time that what older individuals were telling me was a complete lie, I would’ve slapped them across the face.
From the moment we step onto the high school scene, anxiety bursts through our chests, restricting our breathing. It’s a constant battle with our surroundings and within us.
“Who are my friends?” is the first question asked.