Seniorities

F/A/L/L/I/N/G into a turmoil over a massive homework in my senior year.
An aggressive S T R U G G L E D  to keep myself awaken from last night’s studying.

The lecturing from the first day of school makes me feel more dead than alive.
An unbreakable tradition that happened every year is like a cycle making me a tedious senior.

Ears were open to get a wind of whimpering gossips heard through a grapevine about an unfortunate victim that caught the day’s interest. The hollering of “GET OUT OF MY WAY” from some of my fellow classmates, when a certain unlucky freshman blockading their path.

After picking up some hot water from SINCLAIR, I gobble down the SPICY HOT shrimp ramen noodles during my third period class. The fiery hot burning sensation of the ramen noodles were tingling in my mouth. I hastily eat it on the bleachers outside with my best friends before next class starts, worrying that I might be late.

A bee line of cars going through the parking lot were chaotic on the first few days of school.
Witnessing the excitement of my friends seeing me for the first time since school end in May. We gathered up into a group keeping each other updated about what is going on in our lives.

The powerful and over sprayed of perfume or body mist caught down my throat in the locker room caused by some girls after weight or P.E class, have me swiftly sprinting out of the room after changing.

I feel distress when I try to apply for colleges that I want to enter before first semester ends. Time is my number one enemy because it never was on my side. I felt insecure of what to do once I’m out of Crete High School. My path is laying out in front of me, but I’m afraid to walked on it.