This morning I was quite desperate to be a senior. I have a great fear of being left behind and wallowing in obscurity. Hell, people think I'm a senior anyway, eh? So I went to the psuedo-cookout and signed yearbooks like the imposter I am. Miles gave me a kiss. Steve and Jess gave me a hug. Jake gave me a cookie. I took that as acceptance. Then I went back to physics.

I'm really going to miss the Srs. I've always been the adopted one, fostered by a good twenty of them. It's pfairly disheartening, seeing them all leave the revered halls of MHS to go graduate and grow up without the rest of us.

It's a good thing I have fantastic Junior friends. I think I need another year to not settle down and make a few more bonfires and sing in the cafe. I could use the couple of months to yell and jump and dance in the auditorium, maybe muster up a hurrah or two. Next year I'll grow up.

ash @ 5:13 PM