9. Senioritis and the 12th Grade Blues (and Whites)

Monday, September 17, 2007
I find as I go through the predictability of college life, I notice how things are different, yet exactly the same. All the classes are the same, boring and unbearable. Most of the people are the same too. The only real difference is that uniforms aren't required. My life is more or less the same. Yet, I miss high school. I miss Pd. 2 theatre performance and following Mr. Stack around. I miss going to Mr. Hoff's and just hanging out and listening to Hendrix. I miss sitting in our corner and singing along to Coheed and Cambria. I just miss high school. The people, the food, the times. I miss seeing Austin Tomasu carrying around ketchup in his backpack. I miss dancing around with Sabrina and singing with Steven. I miss amanda and Napela and their hugs. But most of all, I miss that feeling; the feeling that you get when you're laughing about how you forgot to do your homework, or how you failed a test. Sure, it sucks, but you had people in the same situation; you had people who cared and understood. And for a moment, we forgot that we were a day closer to graduating. We were just...there.
And it was all okay.