"I'm a mystery solver"

The reason my favorite class is my favorite class is for all the ways it reminds me of high school. Small community, imagined or not. Clear and unique groups, imagined or not. The archetypes, the symbols. The guys, the girl, the so-so's and pleasantries. These are the familiar anchors I cling to like guns and religion. Repetition, development, the idea of possibility. Not the realization of such possibility, but the simple entertainment of the idea of it. I think two questions that inevitably must cross a young student's mind are 1) How must I matter? and 2) Who must I matter to? The results may shock you. I can't wait to want to want. They say stories fail to move an audience when the audience doesn't buy the stakes. I often doubt the stakes of life, I doubt the reality of conflict and everything just seems...effortless. I don't feel the difference between losing and winning sometimes, and I attribute that to a lack of or lack of perception of legitimate stakes. School always just feels like sandbox, it's good to go home sometimes, and sometimes I don't want to be anywhere but inside somebody's car.