High school really starts to bring out the character in people. We all begin to see who is likely to succeed, fail, be a drug addicted asshole, and so on. The best part about this is choosing where you are going. In my case, I'd like to think that I am an intelligent sensible person. If I told you that i gave was giving 100% this school year I would be lying to you. But there are some things that school wont teach you. School wont teach you about people, how to handle them, how to make someone see things your way, or how to influence them. High school doesn't teach me about the thing I love the most in life, people. It teaches me a simple equation. Yes, its the one we all know. If you do well in school, you will get into college, and then get whatever job you want and you will live a happy little life and have whatever things you imagine. I think there is more to it than this. I really do thing education is important but I also think that if you cant apply it, a degree is just a piece of paper. I believe that real success and happieness is achieved through the use of good people skills and being an influential person.

So whats with the tittle of the journal? Well, that is an interesting question. The tittle of this journal is the result of me skipping my 4th period class. All 55 important minutes of it. Instead of sitting through endless presentations, I decided to go to the school library and complete some unfinished work. God forbid I do that.
The conseqences? No more car insurance, no more job, no more soccer, no more weekday activity. So how do i fix this? Well apparently I be a good little straight A student untill graduation, then what? I get ungrounded? Right. Thats happening. By that time im my own man anyway After I graduate im gone, no more punishment, no more bullshit, none of it. Maybe if my father would learn some way to support me rather than kick me while im on the ground, I would have some sort of motivation, even if just to please him. But no, thats not how it is in my family. There are six of us kids. My mom does her best to support what i do but honestly cant do much with kids bothering her all the time. As for dad? Well he came to a soccer game once. Its ok ive only played for the last 9 years of my life its not like I expected him to have time. The more he gives to me the more he has to manipulate and twist. Sadly for him he just broke the bonds that were holding me down. He has nothing left to hold, he played all his cards.