Senior Year Day 1: A Synopsis

The film score from Finding Nemo barged its way into a dream at the ungodly hour of 5:45 a.m, and despite how cheerily my responsible brain tried to remind me of all the new and wonderful things I was about to encounter, my body was as irritated as it always is in the mornings.

(To my future husband: Don't ever wake me up. I don't care if you have breakfast and a vase of flowers on a tray to give me. I won't be happy.)

Of course, I missed the bus stop. I sprinted and caught the next stop, but still. Doesn't the fact that I'm a senior and still riding the bus get me any mercy? And get this: two freshman were in my usual seat. Oh. Come. On. (To top it off, they cut in front of me, even though their row was behind mine, as we were getting off. I was mentally protesting when I remembered that I still have trouble passing for a junior, let alone a senior. They couldn't have known.)

I'd like to take a moment here and recognize how caught up I'm already getting with all this "senior privilege" nonsense, when I've hated the kids who do that for the past three years like nothing else.

Sorry.

To Mr. Tlumack: I'm sorry. I know you have your own hipster, cynical, fan-club amongst the kids who had you for two years. But Ms. Roark seems much more helpful of an English teacher. Anyone who gives individual voice recordings of feedback for your papers and offers to make a Twitter page to remind you of homework can't be that bad, can she?

And yes. I am taking a Creative Writing class. WORDS CAN'T EXPRESS.
If there was ever something I needed, it was a class where I can listen to my iPod and just write scattered thoughts for an hour every other day.

Other than that:

-Eating outside is a rush, but it's way too hot to enjoy it just yet.
-I kept wishing to see certain people walking the halls so I could watch them pass like I used to, but I had to remind myself that they're gone.
-I'm going to need to go to sleep earlier if this whole 'attentiveness' thing is going to work, especially for AP French, which has a grand total of 6 students and therefore is impossible to sleep in.
-It still hasn't hit me that they're aren't people who have seniority on me and can pretend to put me in my place, but in fact that's me now.
-There's nothing more frustrating than first-day-of-school handwriting.
-Scratch that. There's nothing more frustrating than all the seat-changing that happens in the first week of school. I'd like to get all that settled like, now, so I know where to sit.

Here's to one more year. And I know I say that, but I don't really believe it just yet.