There’s nothing glamorous about being a senior. Yeah, school’s over, but instead of everything being bright and happy, you’re now faced with the daunting task of being grown-up. No longer can you blame your mishaps on teenage rebellion or as a means of learning an important life-lesson. You have now flown the metaphorical coup, and you’re going to have to deal with life, if you like it or not. Time waits for no one, and inevitably, I, too, will be forced down the path to adulthood while I’m still grasping tight to the Easy-Bake Oven of a more care-free youth.
Being rid of school seems like a monumental event at present, but as the distance between you and these hollow halls of learning increases, you’ll find yourself regretfully returning to the memories of the time spent as an educational prisoner here.
Undoubtedly, though, these feelings of nostalgia will be so insignificant to the ones of sheer celebration of freedom. You’ll miss this place, no matter how much you swear to anyone who will listen that you won’t.