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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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