Classifications.

Classifications. It's something we all deal with, whether it be by race, gender, interests, or even grades. In fact, I think grade classifications may be one of the more prevalent categories in high school.

As freshmen, we enter the building with both a sense of excitement and terror. We're finally on the brink of adulthood, yet we're at the bottom of the totem pole yet again. As sophomores, we have a superior feeling over the freshmen, and we tend to think we're the best thing since boy bands. That's right, we think we're cooler than the boy bands who swept the nation in the late 90s, when in fact we are not. And then comes junior year. We finally begin to mature, although this maturation isn't very obvious. It can be said that we begin to "find ourselves" but I personally think we were never lost to begin with. Junior year is filled with grumbling about the intense work load and the oh-ing and ah-ing over prom. Finally, we reach senior year. We're finally at the top, we rule over everyone else-yet we don't care. Our goal isn't to make the underclassmen feel like the scum of the earth (despite popular belief) but rather, it's to enjoy what time we have left of our youthful, carefree high school days.

I think Hayley G. Hoover sums up this idea of high school classifications in one of the most entertaining ways I've witnessed. Enjoy!