Back to the Jungle

As my American Studies teacher so bluntly pointed out the first day of school, high school is a jungle. And this year in the jungle I’m trying to be more like the monkey. You know the type of person I’m talking about, the person who can make you laugh and who is always inviting you with a cheerful smile. The person who you feel like you can talk to about anything without any awkwardness. The person who isn’t afraid to stand up and make a fool of themself in front of the whole school.