So they said what's the problem
So today was going to be a good day once the assembly was done. Classes twenty-five minutes long. Two hour assembly to sit through, but then we'd have Summer Splurge. It was a beautiful day, and some asshole with a gun had to come and wreck it.
Listening to the assembly made me: A. never want to be a senior B. wish I'd skipped it C. Wonder if they said the same things every year about the senior class and D. be a little bit nostalgic. We all thought the teacher were being paranoid again; we seem to go into lock out every other week. But after a sudden food fight, teachers screached at us to get into classrooms. A lock down. Not a drill. Sit against the walls and keep quiet. I couldn't find my backpack and I sat in a dark classroom with no friends, close to tears. They should learn by now that telling us less makes us more afraid. That's when your imagination fills in the details. The horror-movie resembling details.
And of course I had to be stuck in the worst possible class in the lock out afterwards. Math. Again, with no friends. I tapped my fingers on an empty desk. Now it was supposed to be 5th period. Now they were cutting into Summer Splurge. Tap, tap. Dammit. Oh, finally. And we all yelled in joy.
Standing out in the hot sun, cutting in line for yearbooks. Worth the wait. Ones not thrown together like the middle school yearbooks. Hard covers, colour pictures.
It felt like the last day of school, only not. I've still got a load of homework to do, we still have finals and presentations, it's not over yet. This is the deep breath before the plunge.
Listening to the assembly made me: A. never want to be a senior B. wish I'd skipped it C. Wonder if they said the same things every year about the senior class and D. be a little bit nostalgic. We all thought the teacher were being paranoid again; we seem to go into lock out every other week. But after a sudden food fight, teachers screached at us to get into classrooms. A lock down. Not a drill. Sit against the walls and keep quiet. I couldn't find my backpack and I sat in a dark classroom with no friends, close to tears. They should learn by now that telling us less makes us more afraid. That's when your imagination fills in the details. The horror-movie resembling details.
And of course I had to be stuck in the worst possible class in the lock out afterwards. Math. Again, with no friends. I tapped my fingers on an empty desk. Now it was supposed to be 5th period. Now they were cutting into Summer Splurge. Tap, tap. Dammit. Oh, finally. And we all yelled in joy.
Standing out in the hot sun, cutting in line for yearbooks. Worth the wait. Ones not thrown together like the middle school yearbooks. Hard covers, colour pictures.
It felt like the last day of school, only not. I've still got a load of homework to do, we still have finals and presentations, it's not over yet. This is the deep breath before the plunge.