I don't care much for my high school classmates. The atmosphere of my highschool was so "college-oriented" that it became unsettling and unnerving after awhile. It wasn't a prep school or private institution, but it was situated in a largely affluent, liberal Connecticut town with the majority of students being Jewish and white. The whole college-minded drive was fueled by the fervent expectations of parents and the toxic agenda of the guidance consolers and highschool administrators; the student culture often revolved around doing things to make those college administrators happy (whatever it takes), and the school was even reported in the New York Times for the blatant student cheating that went on.
After all those SAT prep-classes and nonsense, my senior year was essentially a collective circle-jerk session once those admission letters hit home. Oh god. But it seemed like hardly anyone, besides a select few who were actually smart or passionate, knew what they were going to do in college. It was as if, after those long 4 years for entering college, the next direction was an afterthought. And these were big name schools too: Princeton, NYU, Brown, Duke, Tufts, etc.
I haven't been in touch, except for a select few friends.
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