Last Year Of High School
Everyday my focus dulls like a powerful chainsaw going through jagid dirt
My head is full of anticipation
the hands on the clock, the X's on the calandar, all count down the months
Sitting in class I feel like a dog sitting with a fat, juicy strip of steamy bacon infront of him but can't eat it
I want to go to college so bad, but all of the sudden half my senior year is gone
I start to get nervous like a guy on a first date
Will I get accepted?
Will I get Financial Aid?
How many goodbyes will I have to say?
I'm so excited, but at the same time I'm not
It's like deciding to jump into the brisk, pristine water on a hot summer day
I will have to take the plunge soon
I just don't wanna have to say good bye to my peers, family, and friends
My Senior year is almost over.
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