Highland Park is an independent community north of downtown Dallas. Commonly known as "The Bubble," the community battles steriotypes such as "the kids are all brats
" and "the women are plastic dolls." These comments are based on opinions, and have absolutely no validity in describing the entire city. Highland Park, as well as it's similar neighbor University Park, is a group of educated citizens who worked hard enough to be able to afford to live in an elite neighborhood, complete with a fantastic school system and safe streets. The community boasts the lowest crime rate in Dallas, as well as countless awards for it's students accomplishments. Due to early city architecture, 20% of Highland Park is designated as parks, hence the name, "Park Cities." To judge or describe a community by citing a quote from one teenage girl who happens to attend Highland Park High School is both unprofessional and unintelligent. Contrary to (common?) belief, most people do not need Starbucks "daily" to survive, and, incredibly, not everyone drives one-hundred-thousand-dollar cars. Highland Park is simply a concentration of educated people who work incredibly hard to live a lifestyle envious of many. Although making snide remarks about the citizens and lifestyles of Highland Park may be temporarily gratifying, perhaps "haters" of Highland Park should take some notes; after all, every other Dallas community seems to need a lot of help.
"The Highland Park High School graduating class of 2004 boasts eight National Merit Finalists, and sent students to 112 different institutions of higher education in 34 states." -Highland Park High School's "Bagpipe" Newspaper, May 13, 2004
"Everything I do ALLL day is simply to make me look more RICH! In the morning, I make my maid make me breakfast, and then I throw it away, right in front of her, because I CAN! Then, my mom gives me my daily piece of jewelry, which absolutely HAS to be from Neimans or Tiffany's. And then, I walk outside and mutter racist comments at my gardener, because he's probably an illegal alien. Then, I get in my RANGE ROVER and drive to school, where I park in the Principal's parking spot, because he isn't from Highland Park, and my Daddy will sue him for sexual harrasment if he says ANYTHING to me about it. All day long, I sit in my classes and chew gum and text message on my Swarovsky Crystal Blackberry, and I do not learn, because my Daddy will either buy my way into college, or support me for the rest of my life. After school, my friends and I eat our one meal a day, 2 sticks of celery, and then we throw it up, because we are bulemic and gorgeous. Then we go shopping at Highland Park Villiage, where I have to spend less than $4000 (a day) because I spent over $100,000 last month on clothes alone, and Daddy thought it was making my friends jealous. Then I go to the HP basketball game, where our student section sits on reclining velvet-cusioned seats, while our visitor section has to sit on spare buckets and trash cans turned upside down. After we win the basketball game, I will go get smashed on Grey Goose and Crystál with my friends in someone's billion-dollar backhouse. After a fun night of playing "How much money is in your wallet?", I will drive home (drunk), attempt to fit my Range in the garage (but rear-end by dad's Rolls Royce), and walk inside, where I find my Daddy waiting to give me a a goodnight kiss and five tickets to Cabo for me and my friends as a reward for my all-Fs report card. Then, I pass out on my egyptian-cotton sheets. The next day, Daddy and I both go get new cars (I get a Benz, he gets two Maseratis), and then I repeat my day all over again!" -Actual daily itenerary of a Highland Park High School senior. Really. That is how everyone in HP actually lives. This quote is absolutely as accurate as all the other ones on this page. Really.