Winter break is almost over, and I can’t muster any optimism about going back to school. The fact that it’s a new year means nothing; I will still see the same people, have the same teachers and the same curriculum, and face variations of the same problems. High school doesn’t feel real to me; it is more or less an absurd purgatory where each day feels like a copy of the last. Sometimes I wonder what it would feel like to be at a different school, far away from this one, one that does not make my life feel so unbearably stagnant. ♦