High School Never Ends (Mark)

What have all these teaching classes shown me?

It's shown me that high school never ends. Even the teachers have the cool kids (adults?), the geeks, the jocks, and the pretty ones.

Interesting enough, the teachers tend to resemble the students. At Mineplex, half the English department is obviously stoned or high and the PE teachers all get in altercations with each other off campus. The language teachers either hate Despacito with a passion or love it and the math and science teachers have no social lives and/or are plotting world domination. Even with the fine arts department, I'm the class clown, the choir teacher takes herself too seriously, and the orchestra teacher, to put it nicely, is a narcissist.

At Mindcrack, Steve managed to wedge himself in between a social rock and a hard place. On one hand, the other teachers at Mindcrack all think the fine arts department has subpar intelligence. On another, the rest of the arts teachers resent Steve for being famous. We've taken to texting each other during our lunch breaks since they happen to line up. I'm glad this is the case.

He slayed the Ender Dragon, found love reinvented himself, found love again, and now his band program is going swimmingly. And me? No decent woman will even look in my direction, let alone talk to me. The news is all about who's with who, just like high school. Everyone has their own cliques unless they're one of those people who doesn't fit one archetype. I'm one of those people.

Even within various arts niches, the pattern still persists. All the band directors are either flute or trumpet players, the saxophones end up getting nothing but jazz gigs, and the violins all compete to see who played the best concerto. The clarinets are intellectuals and the flugelhorns make the dankest memes (or is that just me)? Everyone competes to see who has the best horn, the fastest double tonguing, the band with the most trophies, or whatever skill du jour is trending.  

High school never ends.