Grade school

Sometimes I wish I could go back to high school. Not because it was the best time of my life, it surely wasn’t (as a recently found notebook indicates), but because I would do it all over. I would care even less about what people thought of me, hold on to the friends that actually cared, and pay better attention to classwork. Not to say I didn’t try or get good grades, I did fine in that respect. I wish I paid the same attention that I paid in college, maybe I would have taken more away from high school. All I really have is a book of sad poems and lame attempts at lyrics.