WE'RE GETTING HIGH, BUT WE'RE STILL FEELING DOWN, GRAVITY HAS IT'S WAY OF PINNING US TO THE GROUND. Aftersex: the scariest moment of all. More frightening than not using a condom. More terrorizing than not checking for AIDS. Or HIV. Or herpes. School changed from black to faded grey overnight. Not realizing, but knowing where I was walking, I turned sluggishly into the hallway, with my mind hazy, with everything turning to a faint shade of white. I countinued struggling to calculus. Sitting down had no effect on my drowsiness. I found myself continuosly repeating "You'll find out after school. You'll find out a..." But the words didn't matter, because I didn't know, and I needed to know. Several numbers, letters, and indescribable symbols lay in front of my pupils as my eyelids began to close. Several thoughts began to flash my mind, repeating, repeating. It was then I found myself staring at the students. They were all fixated on writing notes they would never look at, listening to a form of reality they would never need in their futures. I began to question if I did have a future. We were all the same; living in a curriculum of young, innocent females, knowing more they could fit into their minds. We existed to witness the pugnant smell of virginity, too precious to lose before the blessing of marriage. But I am no longer the same. I became different the minute he took me. I am a disgrace and I will never be the same.