Conclusion
So in Conclusion......
The year has come to an End. Homecoming was last years dream, Prom even was just a moments thought, Trip week just remains in photographs, the Christmas paper covering the LC has been cleaned up, Spring break is only a story now, the APs have all been taken, Spring Carnival has sailed away, Elections burnt up a week, Seniors up and left, Lit mags and yearbooks have been handed out and signed, and the American Character paper has been handed in.
Now we are Seniors. Supposedly I'm a Senior. Ehjh, I choose not to. Peter Pan and I are hooking up this summer and we are going to have some beautiful babies...;P I hate this growing up BS. I'd rather swing on a swing. Screw responsibility. Who ever thought we were ready for that anyway. Who would actually expect anyone to want to be obligated. I want grass stains. I want lemonade, mud, and sprinklers.
You see you get into high school all scared and maybe you don't, but I remember very clearly saying to myself, "wow I bet these years are going to go fast. One day soon, just around the corner really, a time-blip second away, I'm going to be a Senior." I got an A+ on that one.
I am a Senior now and you know it doesn't matter if you're a party animal and your grades suck because you smoke and drink and do all crap other than study, and it doesn't matter if your a prude bookworm whose friends consist of fridge condiments and an occasional pen pal, who reads for survival and has all assignments done a week in advance. Most likely you are somewhere inbetween these two and maybe balance average grades with an average social life, or lean more towards one side or the other. Who really cares though because it doesn't matter who you are or what you did; its the fact that whoever you are and whatever you did at EA is pretty darn dear near its end. And doesn't that make you sad? the death of a quat-ans. These years which are supposed to be the best years of our life, they are and were precious... its a sad thing to realize we let it all slip through our fingers. If in fact you did. Sad for anyone, the Jock, Emo, Punk all kinds. Because no kind escapes time.
Maybe the fun is already over and tomorrow when the, "good luck at finals!" "see you next year" 's are said, it will just be the end of it. Because next year will be a bunch of, "guys this is our last______ever..." Followed by silence, a few "thank gods" and general depressant sadness. I suppose Junior year was really IT. The IT year and if we didn't notice it, well too bad. Remind the Sophomores of the world not to be as careless. Because growing up is a horror. Its my horror. If ever I have a phobia this is it. For Life has opened a whole slew of possibilities to me and really I am truly very happy, but if given the choice, I would go back to 4th grade. I'm pretty darn sure of that.
My reflections on the year are rather personal and as I can't imagine you all agree with me, most likely a waste of your time. I will not bore you no longer. But take a look around at at least learn for yourself what you feel, thats far better than anything I can comment on.
I hope you have a good summer dearies, See you guys next year!