Senioritis
School is here but it's different this year. I am a senior and it fills me
with fear. Two years ago I couldnt wait to dissapear,
but with nowhere to hide and nowhere to flee, I guess i must face
this catastrophe. The most frequent question is what will I be? I have no idea,
guidance councler please help me. I poor some coffee and hope that it wakes me.
My GPA is all that can save me. The thought of leaving literally obliterates me.
How can I already almost be eighteen? My teachers love me and the classes are
easy, but college is not going to be quite as breezy. I am scared to death but
the choice is easy, go to school for a degree or be a drop out deadbeat.
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