Another weekend..

You know something's wrong with the world when senior students want their english teacher back instead of the substitute. My english teacher, full of vivacity & shakespearean dramatics, somehow detached or tore her retina (which is in the back of the eye) and was supposed to be gone for about a week. Monday of the second week our substitute returns. As curiosity killed the cat, we students just had to find out when our dreams really came true. According to our sub. our teacher would not be returning until the week before our finals. A WEEK. Blessing in disguise? We thought so at first, but realized it was all full of false hope. The substitute has no idea what in the world Waiting For Godot is about let alone teach whatever our "real" teacher can type up as a lesson plan. So.. let the kick backs and paper airplanes fly in english because we no longer are going to be able to understand anything our final will offer us. As a week of stress and uprising excitement of may (our final month) approaches, nothing says summer like tanning on the beach.. and then going to work at your part-time retail job 3 hours later to pay for the gas to get to the beach. It's worth it. My friends and I are dedicated California girls. We get our tan on a day after a storm, on a washed up beach, with no one else deciding to show up. Hellooo relaxation. The weekends go by a blur now. Between college-ish to work out, actual work where you earn a paycheck, homework, chore work, and social time these weekends don't have a chance anymore, so I just wave goodbye to them the minute I greet hello. Next stop, my Birthday!

The End of A New Beginning

Prom, graduation, summer, and college. The four most important words for a high school senior. Those four terms skim the front of our minds, flow out through our pencils, and tie into any homework assignment or essay needed to write. They overload our whole physical and spiritual beings. Our postures become more slouched, homework becomes way past due, our attitudes become more laid-back and lazy, even our words become more slurred with each tantalizing drop of freedom that we are allowed to taste upon our tongues. But what happens to everything else? Movies never show a glimpse of the aftermath of summer. As soon as the that final bell rings and papers are thrown into the air, the reel cuts. What happens to that group of friends voted "friends forever," or the grades that fell to rock bottom, have they been magically erased? So, as a high school senior, I have come to write my experience. I will shortly be 18 years of age, an adult and another step to becoming apart of the real world. I have come to show you an inside glimpse of the last month of high school and the last summer before we become twisted into the ropes of college and society.