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The seniors finished up today. It feels surreal to me, who knows how they feel. I will miss them entirele, they've been such a part of what I know as high school. They're going off to bigger and better. It's sad, I think a little bit of Saint Rose died today. Water guns and water balloons all day, food in senior classes, and the lack of a senior prank marked their exit. Jimmy, Alicia Corbett, and Alex fenced in physics with meter sticks. Andrew Dwulet went around quietly leaving his mark by posting his A.P. number stickers they give you for the tests around Mrs. Marasigan room. Corinna and Meredith left me their book socks. I returned Jeff's calculator. Candy-grams and hugs were given freely while pictures were taken.
And here we are, left behind, to fight schedule conflicts.
Nearly $8,000 a year my parents will pay next year, and for what? Two classes? A.P. Calc and A.P. English? This is a waste, and everytime I end up in guidance it gets worse and they try and make seem fine. If it's wasteful for me to be there, then I should be able to get credits somewhere else. I'm sick of it. My senior schedule gets fluffy-ified because I skipped half of freshmen year, now there's not enough to take without risking rank and going into C.P.A. classes. I'm done (or at least feel done) with just about everything this year, possibly because I feel so identified with this year's senior class. My only motivation left is extracurriculars. If it weren't for where I've built myself up to in those, I'd transfer to RBC.
It's depressing, the seniors leave, and I realize I don't even care about my own senior year. It's the worst of two worlds. I'll miss what was what.
And here we are, left behind, to fight schedule conflicts.
Nearly $8,000 a year my parents will pay next year, and for what? Two classes? A.P. Calc and A.P. English? This is a waste, and everytime I end up in guidance it gets worse and they try and make seem fine. If it's wasteful for me to be there, then I should be able to get credits somewhere else. I'm sick of it. My senior schedule gets fluffy-ified because I skipped half of freshmen year, now there's not enough to take without risking rank and going into C.P.A. classes. I'm done (or at least feel done) with just about everything this year, possibly because I feel so identified with this year's senior class. My only motivation left is extracurriculars. If it weren't for where I've built myself up to in those, I'd transfer to RBC.
It's depressing, the seniors leave, and I realize I don't even care about my own senior year. It's the worst of two worlds. I'll miss what was what.