Some say that how you were in high school is where you begin to find yourself. It's considered the first of many steps that you are supposed to take to find yourself and understand your place in the universe.

In August of 2012, I started attending Catonsville High School with the notion that by the time I graduate, I would have my life completely in order. I would have the next 20 years of my life planned out. House and occupation, number of children along with names, my voting party and everything in between.

I can truthfully say that if there's anything at all that I learned in the last four years of high school, it's that I have no idea what I'm going to do with the rest of my life.

I've made plans that were scrapped. I had big ideas that I didn't follow through with. There are choices that I've made that pretty much depended on the time of day when whether or not I considered them mistakes.

I closed my life to new things because I thought that I had it all planned out. There was no reason to stray from the path. Until I took a class called "Military History."

By the second year of high school, I had taken a class that I was fully certain would put zero effort in. This was a filler class that was comprised of people who thought the exact same thing I did. I can even remember a time during the film "Saving Private Ryan" (not that great, by the way) when I was woken up by the captain of the varsity football team because I was snoring (sounding similar to a duck) with my mouth wide open. Let's just call that one of those "mistakes" that I made.

I've come to accept that there will be days when I wake up with a plan, an agenda or simply just the purpose of getting up, and there will be days when I don't. Despite what other generations think, it's actually acceptable to not always have a plan. Life isn't meticulously thought out and well organized, or at least, mine isn't. If you asked me what I was going to do with my life four years ago, I would've described to you essentially the last 12 seasons of "Grey's Anatomy" minus a natural disaster here and there, along with the loss of McSteamy and McDreamy (R.I.P). However, unlike Dr. Meredith Grey, tequila would not serve a large purpose in my life.

If I could tell myself four years ago that not having a plan was one of the smartest things I've ever done because it made me stop and enjoy life and revel in not having control, I guarantee you that I'd look myself in the eye and say, "Drugs are bad for you."

This is something that you'll learn on your own and in your own time, and it takes four years of high school, give or take a decade, to figure this out.

So, to all my freshmen entering high school - life is messy and uncontrollable. Trying to clean it up is a fool's battle. Also, drugs are seriously bad for you, so let's try not to do them.