High School...

There is a far off place in a far away land where every boy and every girl soon come of age to travel to.
It is a a place where heroic and strong viking warriors battle, a place where brilliant magis and magicians experiment with potions and spells, a place of minstrels and jesters, a place of noblemen and noblewomen, a place of peasants, and of course, like every kingdom... a place of evil and frightening witches.

This far off land is place where the sun shines bright and warm in the summer, the leaves turn viking gold and orange in the fall, the wind, crisp and cold, flies through the land in the winter, and in the spring... the rain washes away the past.

A place where the latest fashions of the kingdom are always displayed. A place where you hear the squeaking of markers on dry erase boards. A place where the boom of the kingdom officials is always heard on the overhead speakers. A place of monotonous lessons and insincere greetings. A place where the lavatories are always avoided, and by the stench... you'd understand fully. A place where a pack of gum can be an opportunity to make seven new friends. A place where potions are experimented and animals are torn apart by magicians (chemists) and medicine men and women (biologists) in training. A place where the equations you are forced to do in a book are not anything like the equations you will have to figure out in your own life. A place where knees and elbows are scraped on the warriors rough green turf. A place where words that are written by other men are recited on stages made by other men, acted out by other men. A place where cliques are made and broken and other cliques are made out of those broken ones. A place where people make you, or they break you.
This place in this far away land is called High School.