Well, today we attended back-to-school kick off day to collect our books, schedules and awkwardly greet people we haven’t seen (or have cared to see) for the past three months. This annual, unpleasant ritual marks a week left of summer, and a week before the beginning of school.
However, this year is different.
Upon September 2, 2008 we will be embarking on our final year of high school: Senior Year.
If high school is a uterus, than senior year is the birth canal. And after this year, we will be born as adults, into a world of responsibility.
I think I speak for Josh as well as myself when I say that when we face a new situation we like to compare it to a movie (when you live as vicariously as we do, this is the only way to draw on “past experiences”). However, we’re not as witty as Juno, as quirky as Napoleon Dynamite or overall awww-inducing as any John Hughes film. We’re not even as “real” as those kids from American Teen.
So with no cinematic influences to look towards, we’re off to face the adventures of the dreaded and anticipated Senior Year on our own.
Bosh and all.
Your newly senior friend,