Graduation is just around the corner, sorta. I mean it’s only eight months away…. Wait, what? We still have eight more months of this crud? Eight more months of the mumbled daily announcements, eight more months of the agonizing traffic every morning, and eight more months of hearing Seniors saying they are “so done” with high school. So let’s stop acting like we’ve already graduated, we still have a fourth of high school ahead of us.
On the very first day of the school year, all our grade talked about was “how real Senioritis is” and “how we were all so ready to leave this school.” On that day we still had another nine months of school. Do you realize what can happen in nine months? On March 19th 1982, the United Kingdom waged war on Argentina over the Falkland Islands. By June 14th, Argentina had surrendered. That lasted 42 days. If two countries can go into war,fight and settle the dispute, in a span of 42 days, I’m pretty sure your life can be shaken up in that time time period. Nine months? That’s enough time for you to not only become noticeably pregnant by graduation, but actually have your own little child at graduation cheering you on.
It would be one thing if we were nine months away from a significant accomplishment, but graduating high school is hardly impossible. If in nine months we would have the cure for AIDS or could land a man on Mars, that would be worth talking about, but graduating from the American public school system is far from either of those things. Graduating high school is more like learning to ride a bike. Sure, it’s an accomplishment and when you finally learn to ride one, you deserve some recognition, but no one walks around bragging about how in nine months they’re finally going to take the training wheels off.
Among the most popular of Senior conversations is “the immaturity” that plagues the Juniors and underclassmen. Like, you were a Junior three months ago. Was this summer at your minimum wage job as a “nanny”(and I put Nanny in quotations because they really are just a glorified babysitter) or lifeguard really that eye opening where you deem yourself worthy of criticizing everyone younger than you. Seniors tend to believe they own certain parts of the school. God forbid a Junior parks their car in the Senior parking lot. Yeah,we may have murderers, rapists, and pedophiles on the loose, but can we first make sure all the Juniors get punished for parking in the Senior lot. It would be one thing if the Senior lot was some special parking place. However, this high and mighty parking space, most probably is the least practical parking area in the school. You have to drive further and walk the same distance, if not more, on the way to class, and while leaving, you have to wait in at least 15 minutes of traffic to get to the same place the rest of the school parks. Not to mention, the typical, peaked in high school,         road-ragers who park in the Senior lot try to cut everyone off which leads to your weekly fender bender.
So I ask of my fellow constituents of the Senior Class, can we be a little bit more practical in everything we do. Making it through three years of high school doesn’t give us the right to engage in the fallacy ridden cliches of high school Seniors. And just because the rest of the school has more time to their inevitable graduation doesn’t make them any less ready to leave this heckhole. And, I use the word heckhole loosely here, I actually have really enjoyed my time at Air Academy, but I just really love using the word “hckhole”. Deuces! And remember to keep it cool with R&B Slow Jamz.