I need a blunt object…TO HURT YOU WITH!

Actually, I’m not angry, as the title of this entry implies. I WAS angry, however, around 8:45 this morning. Here’s the story –

After picking up Val, we headed to Craig. I didn’t see anyone at senior doors, but I DID see Cabi heading down around back. So I went down there. And Steph, Val, and I ran in and met up with a bunch of people. Oddly enough, I ended up with Alex during most of registration. Went through fees, registration card, and I.D., then headed to get my parking permit. The line was short and I was feeling happy. Until that damn bitch behind the table (Peter’s mom?) said I said a detention.

Fuck that!

So I went on a Monty-hunt. He was doing that damn freshman orientation, but I was on a lucky streak today and just happened to catch him. Our conversation:

MP: You can’t get a permit?

JM: They said I have one detention hour, but on my report card, it says no unexcused days

MP: Oh?

JM: Yeah.

MP: Well.

(Monty pulls out a pen and signs my report card (Mom will be thrilled), excusing my one detention hour)

Alex and I met up, after he’d gotten his excused by Coyle (why we have 3 VPs for a 1600 student body school, I do not know). We then continued to bitch and moan (not as much as Rosin, though!) as we stood in the line for the permits yet again. It was hella long. But there were two women working this time, so it went a little more quickly. However, I missed everyone who went to Wedge because finding Monty had taken so long. But Linds kept Alex and me company, and Naomi and Andrew were in line, too (she had to wait again as well…she had a lot of medicals that the office had never cleared up). After that, Linds, Alex, and I went up to senior hall to check lockers and stuff. We met Mitch on the way up. I saw all these…freshman girls. Who were they trying to impress? 14 and decked out in A & F. I was amused by those that had brought their backpacks. πŸ™‚ I was probably like that, though. Strangely, though, I felt younger then them, though. I remember that day 3 years ago when I registered. Jenny and I giggling and bouncing around, totally decked out in AE. πŸ™‚ I was the same…but I don’t have to TRY anymore, don’t have to impress anyone anymore (as Alex and I talked about). We don’t care because we’re the oldest now.

FINALLY! πŸ™‚

My locker is nicely located just before “L” hallway. Lock works and all that stuff…wonder who my neighbors will be. I’M FAR AWAY FROM MEG! YESSSSSSSSS! πŸ™‚ Rock my world! The four of us were chatting, saying hi to Kat and Ash and Joz and Liz, and just enjoying the feeling of being in senior hall, “our” hall, and feeling like we belonged (that’s how I felt, at least). Margo happened to come by (on the way to swim practice), cool. I really feel younger than her…how completely crazy is that? There’s at least a 3 year age difference, in my favor!

Well, whatever. I’m a senior, 17-going-on-18 and that’s all I care about (at the moment). And I have a full schedule from now until…well, the insanity doesn’t really ease up till X-mas break. But I love to be nice and busy. πŸ™‚

Rock on. Class of 2002. This is our year.

πŸ™‚

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There’s a funny feeling when it’s suddenly your year. Senior year. The oldest. Suddenly. Everything seems somewhat different, while remaining completely the same. Class of 2002. This IS our year.

I know exactly how you feel, feeling younger than the little freshmen. I’m almost 20 and felt younger when I drove by the high school on the way to work…the kids at freshmen orientation came out looking like pimps and hoochie mamas. Did I ever feel like I was twelve again…but senior year’s the best, you’re going to have a blast. :o)

Hi Jenni! You are so right. ENJOY YOUR SENIOR YEAR WHILE IT LASTS! It will go by so fast, but it is such a blast, so enjoy it while you have it. Keep in touch–Marissa

good luck, and have a blast and all that stuff. but most of all remember, “Growing up happens in a heartbeat,” so take advantage of every moment, good and bad, and every opportunity, obvious or hidden. the last thing you want to leave high school with is regret, and it’s heartbreaking to finally notice a wonderful thing when it’s too late. πŸ™‚