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A girl hit her head on the concrete the other day. We think she may have gotten a concussion. As one crazy guy once said, "So it goes."
Though I don't know which one, I can't wait to go to college. Everyone I've talked to who is looking forward to school is in college. Everyone dreading it is still in high school.
I really feel as though I should be in college this year. Nearly all of my closest friends are in college, all my courses are being taken for college credit, and yet I'm still stuck in the hell hole that is downtown Washington DC.
I need a senior year though. I need a year to be the big fish in the pond. I need a year where I can be the oldest kid in classes instead of the youngest. A year to get to know the grades below me.
I'm not ready for school to start. I don't want a whole new year of drama, and bullshit. I wish the school year could be like the summer-where everyone more or less likes each other, and if they don't, they fake it.
During the summer, you can let long, lazy days slip away under the guise of "work." Assignments equate to National Enquirer articles and ridiculous Cosmo stories.
But most of all, everyone's a team. It's us vs. them. Us against the patrons, us against the office staff, us against concussions.
But as the lazy days of summer draw to an end, I realize the waters of time keep flowing, ignoring our desperate attempts to halt them. They carry us along to better and greater things. They carry us forward, helping us spring forward from old mistakes on to better tomorrows.
Only 12 more months, and I'll be in college. 12 more months.
Seriously, did I just write that? Wtf?
Though I don't know which one, I can't wait to go to college. Everyone I've talked to who is looking forward to school is in college. Everyone dreading it is still in high school.
I really feel as though I should be in college this year. Nearly all of my closest friends are in college, all my courses are being taken for college credit, and yet I'm still stuck in the hell hole that is downtown Washington DC.
I need a senior year though. I need a year to be the big fish in the pond. I need a year where I can be the oldest kid in classes instead of the youngest. A year to get to know the grades below me.
I'm not ready for school to start. I don't want a whole new year of drama, and bullshit. I wish the school year could be like the summer-where everyone more or less likes each other, and if they don't, they fake it.
During the summer, you can let long, lazy days slip away under the guise of "work." Assignments equate to National Enquirer articles and ridiculous Cosmo stories.
But most of all, everyone's a team. It's us vs. them. Us against the patrons, us against the office staff, us against concussions.
But as the lazy days of summer draw to an end, I realize the waters of time keep flowing, ignoring our desperate attempts to halt them. They carry us along to better and greater things. They carry us forward, helping us spring forward from old mistakes on to better tomorrows.
Only 12 more months, and I'll be in college. 12 more months.
Seriously, did I just write that? Wtf?