The conundrum of high school

This week's blog takes you out into the metaphoric wasteland of high school. T.S Eliot wrote in "The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock"

"In a minute there is time
For decisions and revisions which a minute will reverse.

For I have known them all already, known them all:
Have known the evenings, mornings, afternoons,
I have measured out my life with coffee spoons;
I know the voices dying with a dying fall
Beneath the music from a farther room.
So how shall I presume?"


What is paradoxical or metaphorical about your high school experience, or your experience as a teenager in the early 21st century? What do you "measure out [your] life with"?

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