Young ones. Easily influenced public. Adults who have interest in what I, a mere child, has to say. Lend me your ear. I have five days left of school. My junior year.
Some may have Senioritis. Some may develop Senioritis at an early age.
Me? Dude, I was ready to graduate the first time I grabbed that wretched door handle that ultimately showed me the path to the next four years of my mistakes, all nighters, tests and assignments I would fail, embarrassing and awkward situations I'd be sandwiched in, and enough drama for three high schools.
I'm up to my small green eyes in disgust and impatience with the general public.
I try to stay away, and avoid all the characteristics, experiences, and happiness that high school brings.
The past three years of high school has been the longest game of dodge ball I've ever participated in. I've ducked under enough fists that have been thrown in hallways that led to fights, have seen enough drug busts to be a "gangstah" myself, have steered clear of numerous weaves and perms that fly when someone is accidentally bumped in a hallway, and oh man.
Have I or have I not. Had ENOUGH of the surprise gum on seats, floors, tables, and walls that students ever so graciously tend to share with the rest of us lost souls that lack gum in their hair, on their hands, or screeched into their clothes. Meehhhhh.
I don't feel like hiding for the future 185 days I have to attend class. I'm ready to get out of here. TO ESCAPE. Thanks for listening. Don't go to school. Home school your kids. They'll love you a lot more. Well, probably not. It's crazy to think, that there are some people that wouldn't want to remove themselves from society and the "human beings" that it's raising up.
But that's just me. And, you love me.
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