Senior Year
Yesterday in my News Gathering & the Law class, my professor Amy Reynolds said all of us were seniors, according to her roster. It felt so weird hearing her say that. Sure, I knew I was a senior. I've identified myself as a senior, but to be called a senior in a classroom... I felt like a fraud, like it was all surreal. I can't believe it's really here, that I arrived on this campus seven semesters ago. I can't believe that this is it, that a non-school life is quickly approaching me, staring me down. I want to latch on to it as much as I can.