The Halls of DOOM!!!!!!!

The school hallways. To some these halls are simply a mechanism to get to and from classes, to others, a rest stop. A place to just stand there in a cluster of like-minded folk and clog the hallways.

A Blood Clot in the arteries of the collective education system. This rabbling rampart has no goal other than to delay your five minute trip between classes. There is only one cure for a coagulum so thick as this, and that cure is "The Ram"

"The Ram" is a technique involving a group of students. The first student is always the largest, or whomever has the largest instrument for band class(Trombones are shaped exceptionally well for this scenario), followed by a string of other students. The Goal of The Ram is to force its way through the cluster of inattentive  individuals.

The blockades of students are not the only obstacle you will face when attempting to traverse the hallway.
There is also the undying smog of body sprays.Created by gym class students and sports team members who feel the fervid obligation to douse themselves in body spray, walk ten feet, rinse, and repeat.

The best way to deal with the aforementioned toxic cloud is a gas mask, but as we would all look rather silly donning gas masks , the next best thing is to hold the neck of your shirt up over your nose, and for your sake, i hope to god that your not wearing mesh that day.

These, and many other obstacles are the cause of much dismay to students, who wind up late for class because of them.

Grade 12, Guitars, and Blogs

Grade 12. The end of the line, as some would say. When we work our rear ends off to get a piece of paper that says "we can do stuff". We toil for six hours every day, leave, go to our part time jobs, go home,sleep,and do it all over again, and for what? not a heck of a lot, thats what. Sure, we can get access to certain careers with our diplomas,but there are so many part timers taking our jobs that even if we do become a dentist or a lawyer, we only make half of what we could, and then theres taxes and all that jazz.
Honestly,i dont understand the whole point behind diplomas,i could print one off the internet, forge a signature, and then tell people i have my diploma. Bingo, Bango, Bongo,