I hate when I'm walking in the hallways on my way to class when suddenly the person in front of me just stops. Or they're walking too slowly. Like, excuse me. I have places I need to be and I don't have time to be stuck behind you.

Sometimes I go to the bathroom during class and there are 6 other people in there. None of them are in the stalls though. They're just gossiping and skipping class. Of course, I know some of them and they try to drag me into their conversations. On the off chance that I don't know them, I have a shy bladder. So going to the bathroom, where I know people are judging me, just makes my day all the more difficult. So for those of you, who like to hang out in the bathrooms, please don't. There are only like 5 things you should be doing in a public bathroom. Talking is not one of them.

For people who constantly interrupt the teacher. No one cares that you think you're funny. You're not. I'm just trying to get through the school day, I don't need you to make it even longer.

For the people in piano, who don't do the work and then get stressed out when finals come around. You did that to yourself. We had 5 months to learn 11 short and easy pieces. But you were too busy playing on your phone and learning pieces from the unhelpful videos. News flash, it's not going to get you anywhere, you still have to learn to read music. Also while you're talking about how stressed you are and how behind you are, we only have 5 days of school left and if you don't start practicing right now, you're going to fail.

To the girl who wouldn't accept a 90 in piano. We know you love getting good grades, but you're going to fail if you don't accept it. The next unit is a summative so you need to focus on that instead of the stupid formative that you worked on for 3 weeks. A 90 isn't going to drop your grade by a bunch, but the next song will if you never do it.

To the people who jump in the hallways to hit a poster hanging from the ceiling. I know you have zero respect for others and their hard work, but I spent hours on those posters. They are inclusive and are meant to welcome everyone in the school. You don't have to prove you're tall. Literally every other boy in our school is at least 6 feet. You're not cool. By smacking the poster that other people clearly spent so much time on, you're just proving how immature you really are.

Often I lay in bed, the boxes of stuff strewn across my room. It's an even bigger box. My life.

Schrödinger's cat is frequently observed. Is the cat alive or dead if we can’t see it?

I spend hours scrutinizing my very own Schrödinger's box. Will I stay in my room surrounded by the boxes of paint, art supplies, and books? Or will I go outside? And if I don’t go outside; if I stay in my room, will anyone truly see me for who I am, or will I be stuck in this box, known and unknown, at the same time?

As humans, we like to sit up late into the night and watch the rain. We stare at the moon and the stars, listen to the sound of the world go by, and contemplate. About life, feelings, and emotions. But, sometimes we sit there. Observing, lost in time to watch the world go by. We wonder why even the stars have each other, when we are alone. The moon is just like us. Alone in the sky where no one understands him. We wonder, is this even real? Or are we just cogs turning in an old clock, unable to stop the passing of time? Our time on Earth is short. When you look back at it, will you wonder if you even mattered at all?