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I didn't realize how much I wanted to go to Senior Week until last night. It didn't seem that important and then I realized that was why I couldn't find my friends.
My first bite of freedom shouldn't have tasted like metal desks and dirty keyboards, but salty ocean air and boardwalk fries. I shouldn't have had to get up at six a.m. again to sit at those same desks and feel my brain turning to mush with each tax return that went by and they all start to run together and make my eyes hurt.
I feel like the beginning of my last summer will inevitably be wasted until July gets here and the escape tunnel leads to the seats of an airplane. Three weeks where I can be away from home and do things that aren't in any way, shape, or form related to working.
More later. Running out now. Sigh.
My first bite of freedom shouldn't have tasted like metal desks and dirty keyboards, but salty ocean air and boardwalk fries. I shouldn't have had to get up at six a.m. again to sit at those same desks and feel my brain turning to mush with each tax return that went by and they all start to run together and make my eyes hurt.
I feel like the beginning of my last summer will inevitably be wasted until July gets here and the escape tunnel leads to the seats of an airplane. Three weeks where I can be away from home and do things that aren't in any way, shape, or form related to working.
More later. Running out now. Sigh.