School’s back.

If you wish to cry, do so now.

After that, get your shit together.

It’s going to be a long school year.

Senior year.

Even though I am sad that summer vacation is over, I’m excited to see what’ll transpire this year.

For one thing, I’m actually taking classes I’m interested in. Such as Psychology, Biology, and Literature.

Plus I have first period off, so no more having to wake up at 6 in the morning. My momma was so happy she cried.

Then there’s also the fact that it’s my last year of high school, which is somewhat bittersweet. On one hand I’m more than ready to say goodbye to my school. And to certain people that make me want to tear out my hair with their stupidity. And carelessness. Which, to this day, baffles me. I mean, really!?!? The teacher explained it like two seconds ago!

But then on the flip side I have to get my college applications done. And write my essays. And take the SAT and ACT one last time. And prepare for seven AP exams. While also trying to survive high school in general.

And to top it off, I’m getting old!

And it’s not just me who says it. My momma has, my friends have, a sophomore has, and even an eighth grader! I mean, I know I’m old but do you have to blurt it out like that? And with such gusto?

Despite some of my reservations, however, I’m determined to have a good school year. To at least have much more fun than I have the past couple of years.

All the studying, the worrying, the test taking I’ve done have led up to this year. The year wherein all that work pays off in some shape or form, and I can let loose and relish in that celebratory feeling.