My Scintillating Humor Commentary on our beloved home of learning, Peak to Peak

DISCLAIMER:
Hey y’all! So this is my…scintillating humor piece. Lol
Well no…I mean, it’s a bit of sarcastic commentary on Peak to Peak. Don’t take anything it says seriously, and if this falls into the wrong hands, be assured it was only for the sake of amusement, and those who live in the nearby neighborhoods shouldn’t take offense. It was only for the sake of the piece!

“Here at Peak to Peak…” “Here at Peak to Peak…” “It’s a LEARNING environment…” No it’s not. It’s an insane asylum. Those adults aren’t teachers, they’re “accountability partners,” or even “friends.” More importantly, they’re our counselors. They’re there to “bring us through the hard times” because they “know what we’re going through.” No they don’t. NO ONE knows exactly what we’re going through but us! Sure, they drag themselves to Peak to Peak every morning like us, but this is their job. They are paid. We are patients.
Maybe, just maybe, we don’t have an exact mental disorder in the brain. But we certainly are teens, adolescents. The poster children for a hormone imbalance.
It’s an isolated building. The administration believes the only people who can stand living the nearby vicinity are senior citizens. They’re old already, so no big loss to society if we accidentally kill them off, right? Other than the retirement centers and the run-down low-income neighborhoods two streets away, Peak to Peak is abandoned in a barren, undeveloped field, overlooked by the over-inflated economy.
They say they’re building a football field. More like they can’t stand the “lack of structure” in physical education classes. Yes, the dreaded classes that remind us of the days when we were young, and free to run about the fields and hills like little mountain goats. Why are they so dreaded then? Because they also remind us of our families and how when we came of age they heartlessly shoved us off, left to fend for ourselves in the big wide world. Or rather, left to be fended for by the counselors. So those schleppers were our parents, sloughing off their duties and dumping them on someone else. When you’re rich you can do that.