*ACHOO* Sorry. I'm allergic to bullshit.

Everyone knows about the Mean Girls. No, not the movie that everyone and their mother can recite by memory. But those girls in high school that liked to make life a living hell for anyone they considered to be beneath them. Appearance, [daddy's] money, intelligence, you name it. Everything. Of course the Mean Boys never got really mentioned. It was easy to hate girls when you're a girl. But generally, if a guy was a jerk, it never was talked about. It happened and just as quickly it disappeared like it had never happened. Personally I hated that, it was pretty shitty that that happened, but I wasn't at the top of the hierarchy to make those kinds of laws.

Now that I've been out of high school for a year, I started to realized that I'm extremely grateful to have turned out like I did. Ten years from now, the only thing those Mean People will have in more quantity than me is STDs. I didn't spend all of high school doped up on drugs and chronically drunk and/or hungover. My body still likes me. I actually paid attention and put effort into getting into college so that I'll have the money and the degree to live a comfortable life that just can't be supported by a high school diploma and a McDonald's 'salary'.

I mean really. Ten years from now, I'll be looking back at my high school classmates (not all of them mind you, just ..a lot of them) as I'm standing around at our class reunion. I'll have the life I was determined to have because I worked my ass off to get there. They'll have the life they never thought possible and looked down upon daily because somehow they thought sitting around and doing nothing was okay. News flash, daddy can't buy you everything. I may have not been the prettiest (even if plenty of people will give me hell for saying this) or the most social or slept around for attention in those four years, maybe earlier than that for some of the people, but I'm okay with that. I'm proud of it. I didn't get wrapped up in what wasn't important, and never would be. While those kids were absorbed in being popular for the time being, I read books and planned out my life so that I had an idea of how to get it, as well as how long it would take. The mere though of mentioning that I would be in school for eight years after high school would probably terrify them beyond words. Not that even that takes much.

So thank you Mean People, for making my life hell. For making me hate going to that awful high school. For making me wish that it was over already. Yall helped me realize that I am so much better than that. So whether it be those actual people that put me down or just the few that wish they could have been in that group, you can tell me that I'll never be smart enough to accomplish my goals, because you know what? The fact that you're stupid enough to believe that just proves to me that your opinions really have no merit.

This is slightly off topic, but still relevant. A few days ago, someone all but told me that there was no way that I could have gotten into the university I did (one of the best in Texas). He claimed that my dad must have bought my way in. I actually laughed at this. Granted, he's one of the most hypocritical and idiotic people (and one of the few that wanted to be apart of the 'in' crowd but just never was) but the fact that he said that was just ..crazy. I was furious, but it was hilarious. I had to calmly remind him that I'm actually smart enough to get into the best university straight out of high school without my daddy buying a library or a building to help me. I didn't need the help. So dumbass, while you go continue to work at department stores (just like I predicted) I'm going to go on to do my very best without having to bribe anyone.

So look at me now. I'm happy, healthy, my body isn't failing, I'm going to school full time to work towards the life that I deserve, I've met someone that makes me happier than I ever thought possible, but most importantly I am everything yall said that I could never be. I'm flipping off the system of the Mean People. May the whole thing crash and burn. Since some of yall will be brought to the hospital I'm working at, you should be lucky. I will be the best of the best. And even further than that, I'm going to take care of yall like nothing horrible was ever said and done to me. I'm above it all. As much as I hated it back then. I don't ever want to be that kind of person who yall seemed to think was some sort of god.

Wow this was so frustrating to write. I'm glad it's over. I'm more glad my real life is starting though.

xoxo, the little birdy.