Life lessons

High School feels like this weird thing. It's sureal almost. Like this isn't relaly school. Like how I do here isn't going to have the biggest impact on my life ever. Everyday as I walk down the halls and go through the daily routine I feel as if I'm supposed to be learning some sort of life lesson and that I'm just not getting it. But that when I do figure it out everything will go back to the way it was. But then I realise that this it well, life. It's real. And suddenly picking up on some lesson that may or may not be there isn't going to fix anything, I don't think. But it does make things weird.
I have also discovered recently that school would be utterly boring, and unbearable if it weren't for band. It's probably the only class I look forward too. It's a guaranteed good time. Even if there's a test that still means waiting around in a room for a while with my tiny little section who over the last few weeks has become pretty close.
I have also discovered that more than anything I want out. I want to go back to my friends who understand and accept me the way I am, if I can't go back then I want new ones. At Franklin people see me as weird for having high standards and expectations for everything. For questioning things. They don't get the way I function, or my sense of humor. They don't understand me, at all. Don't get me wrong, I love my friends at Franklin, but they're nothing compared to what I had at Washington.
But how do I go through everyday wanting out, half convinced that this isn't real? I have no clue. I talk to my other friends a ton outside of school and try to keep my self busy.
High School sucks. That's all I have to say. And when I find my self a way out, get into another school or something the only thing I'll feel bad about leaving behind is the band, and possibly the soccer team. But them not as much cause Coach is drives me up the wall and it's not like we ever became a tight little family little some teams. I mean yeah we were all friends, we all got along well, but we never got overly close. So I leave you at the end of my first quarter with that. I wish I could tell you better things, but I can't, because if I did I'd be lying, and I hate lying.