a peculiar place.

High school: a peculiar place. It shapes and molds people.

We come brand new and begin to experience.  A piece of clay ready to be molded.  And in some shape our form, from it, we grow up with out even noticing that we do. until something shows us how far we’ve come and how much we’ve learned.  we realize we've learned and we realize it’s because we’re close to the end.  And we’ve been molded.  But maybe not from highschool itself.  Maybe just from the time spent here.  Or maybe by the person in charge of time instead.  

I don’t even know when or how I jumpd the gap but I know at some point I did.

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