Basic

Girls dressed in white vans, yoga pants and gossiping over their Starbucks.  Boys in basketball shorts, half calves, and staring at the girls.  This is high school, and what I see all day everyday.  Now the community I live in (where is not important, let's call it The Ranch), is probably one of the most stereotypical places on the planet.  People complain about the dent in their shiny BMWs, and have no problem labeling themselves as basic.
Everyone is perfectly content in their bubble of richness.  It's considered a safe, good community, but I can not wait to break free.  Sure, The Ranch is fine, but the cliches are too much.  It would not come as  a surprise if the quarterback of our football team and the captain of the cheerleading squad started dating.  I'm surprised no one has burst into song like a regular old episode of Glee.  If people sang, it'd be just like High School Musical, only more dramatic and with no Zac Efron.
Then there is me and a few select others who want to escape as soon as possible.  Maybe never even come back, if it wasn't for our families.  I want to travel the world.  This entails meeting amazing, different people with a variety of backgrounds.  This means sampling an array of foods (Not just Jamba Juice and Chick-fil-A).  This also means learning in a way like no other.  Not sitting in a hot (or, in our school, typically freezing cold) classroom and staring at a dumb white board.  I want to learn important things out in the world, like how fortunate I really am, how others live in the world, what parts of the globe look like, how it smells, sounds, feels... not what the meaning of an imaginary number is, or how Columbus sailed the ocean blue.
I'm not saying I don't enjoy a Pumpkin Spice Latte or like my Victoria Secret yoga pants (they're so comfortable, anyone would love them) but that's not what I want to be for the rest of my life.  So for high school, I suppose it is bearable.  I am able to understand that everyone is stuck at that immature, cliches are cool, time in their life.  So as I sit here drinking regular tea, not from Starbucks, I say cheers to being something.  Something... other than basic.

Then again, I'm getting Starbucks tomorrow so sometimes being basic is okay.