A queer thought struck me today- Next year, I'm heading for Senior-hood.
No, no, not arthritus seniority- or "Hey Minion, get my damn coffee" senority. Just high school senority.
Awesome sauce.
I say this because I'll have more time to do a little more of what I'm interested in. Sure, I might have the ever useless Calculus. The even MORE dreadful English IV (What the hell? I already speak English.) But not much more for, say, the sciences or histories. That means more time for Drama. More time for running around doing nothing.
Pretty much more time for Michael.
I wonder what I'll be like, next year. Will I have that hardened face of a person realizing his future is only one more year away- Meaning he'll be eating cheap but extremely good and probably award-deserving burritos at college? Or will I be the p***k across the hall who manages to take a hardy five minutes out of his day to flog oncoming freshmen?
Actually, I make it a point to emotionally scar a freshmen everyday, anyways. But I don't want to go to the 'Swirly' point, so I'll just leave it at that. (Actually, I haven't scarred any fishy in awhile, due to me being ahead in number. And by that, I mean I've filled my quota for the next three and a half years. Heh.)
The usual bunch of questions have bothered me too. Will I have a car? Will I learn to ride a bike? Will I have a girlfriend? Will I be single? Will I have an okay GPA? Will I still have my good friends? Will I have new friends?
Four friends I've known since Kindergarten. Three friends I still talk to. Two of them who know who they are. One of them that is probably reading this journal some time this week.
Daniel Rios, I lift my coke can in kudos to you, brother, for somehow surviving 13 and a half years of friendship with me, even though we no longer beat the crud out of each other with sticks as we did in our youth.
Actually, that was friggin' hilarious.
I still have that scar from the rake.
Miles Luneau · Sun May 24, 2009 @ 07:02am · 0 Comments |