You are wearing me out. I'm tired of waking up early and coming into your old doors to sit in classrooms, do pointless assignments, be immersed in the lovely drama that seems to seep out of your seams, and supposedly "prepare myself for my future". Everyday this is my life.... I'm afraid because I do this everyday, I have developed a critical case of senioritis. d: noun. 1. a medical condition usually aquired by high school seniors. Symptoms consist of never wanting to go to class, slacking on necessary study habits, and wishing nothing else than to be grown up and go to the ever esteemed, ever looked forward to, college. However, Cedar High, I love coming everyday and meeting my friends by the lockers in which a picture of the one and only Brad Paisley hangs, I love playing sports where my uniform holds your beloved name, I love not having to make all the serious lifetime decisions yet because I am hidden by your innocence. I love thinking that I'm making memories that I will remember the rest of my life.
So. Home of the Redmen, I am having mixed feelings about you. Your end is coming soon. Am I ready? All I want to say is that to be able to keep my feelings in the prior paragraph your Graduation needs to come SOON! I think?......
