Being a Senior is Great
I sometimes wonder if I miss high school. I certainly don't walk around every day thinking "Damn, I wish it was last year", but every memory I have of that year is so damn fond to me I wonder if I'm just hiding my own emotions from myself. Maybe I don't want to miss senior year, just because I think I should be an independent person, I think it's another step in my master plan.
One thing's for certain, as my mind wanders in math class, drifting over "what I was doing exactly a year ago", I start remembering crushes, scandals, dances, love and lack thereof. A truly worthy life for a senior.
"Who was found sleeping with who in whose father's bed?" and "Who is trying to ask me to Sadies and how do I stop it?", despite being drama-filled, these rumors, facts and whatnot that floated around last year was blissful in the least. I think the essence of senior year came with the fact that I had finally come to know most of my peers, and as such felt a sense of comfort and cockiness in most of what I did.
I'm waiting for that time to come here; waiting for that cocky form of me to descend from the ninth floor of Francisco Torres.
One thing's for certain, as my mind wanders in math class, drifting over "what I was doing exactly a year ago", I start remembering crushes, scandals, dances, love and lack thereof. A truly worthy life for a senior.
"Who was found sleeping with who in whose father's bed?" and "Who is trying to ask me to Sadies and how do I stop it?", despite being drama-filled, these rumors, facts and whatnot that floated around last year was blissful in the least. I think the essence of senior year came with the fact that I had finally come to know most of my peers, and as such felt a sense of comfort and cockiness in most of what I did.
I'm waiting for that time to come here; waiting for that cocky form of me to descend from the ninth floor of Francisco Torres.