The definitive microcosm for the American
white, middle-class high school experience.
There is nothing
unique about Loveland High School, which is exactly what makes it so puzzling. For decades, scientists had hotly debated if such a place could
even exist: a basic singularity. It's only recently, after its current building's construction in 2000
AD, that researchers have been able to closely examine this
hot-spot of generic and predictable high school activity.
Every social clique is a perfect stereotypical representation of itself. There are no known deviations from typical behavior that these groups preform. Every
band kid acts as you would expect them to, every athletic kid, every robotics kid, and so on and so forth. Such behavior is startlingly conformist.
It is
yet unknown if the students or faculty inside the school posses self-awareness of how generic they truly are or if they are blissfully unaware and sheltered from the
harsh world around them. It is assumed that most students wish they could attend somewhere, anywhere else.
"I'm from Loveland High School, and every day I grow a little more
tired of my horrifically tedious
journey from this god-forsaken high school to University of Cincinnati to a 9-5
job to an eventual
and inevitable death."
