Welcome to the teenage wasteland called High School. A place where stereotypes and labels flourish. Originality is frowned upon yet some sort of identity is found. The classrooms imprision insubordinate minds. A facility of higher learning, containing halls of ruin. Girls with confused adorations and boys with psychotic hormones. Egotistic and narrow-minded teachers. And backstabbers and liars pose as friends. Algerbra and Calculus will never teach her how much birth control she’ll need to avoid pregnancy. However, completely aware that by subtracting sex from the equation, all problems are solved. Gym will help the jock compensate for his ever so apparent ignorance. And you’ll find that your intelligence is dependent on a standardized test, "street smarts" not included. Also, you’ll find vandalism to be status quo. The bathrooms display illustrations of wreckless artists and the sketchy doodles left by taggers on desktops. Who are the ones that roam through these halls? An adolescent or two, with a bad attitude and too many body modifications. The template demonstrates otherwise but the truth is...
There’s not much of a musical.
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