Seniorz 4 Lyfe

Well I'm in my senior year of high school and many people have asked me, "Oh, what's it like?," "How's your senior year?," "How is it being top dog?" etc. etc.  And let me tell you, senior year is not at all how I expected it would be.  I knew from the get-go that I would not be one of those football gamer, school spiriter, "let's all party it up" kind of people, but that was kind of obvious considering I'd rather spend my time blogging to an audience of 20 than going to the "senior night" volleyball game tonight.... But I never knew how much senior year would surprise me in such little, insignificant, yet thoroughly shocking ways.

For example.  I don't know how many of you have been through high school or at least been to some sort of school for multiple consecutive years, but have you ever stopped to actually look around you toward the end of your educational career and realized that you have absolutely no idea who some of these people are?
I know, some of you are probably thinking, "wow. She really needs to get out and meet people..."  but the truth of the matter is, you probably all know exactly what I'm talking about and you're just too afraid to admit it.  I can recognize about 95% of my 500-person senior class, but every once in a while, I see someone pass by and I think, "Who the heck are you?"  As far as I know, this person just started school yesterday and has never set foot in this building before.  Or they're a vampire.
A year or so ago, I probably would have nonchalantly passed by, thinking that it was no big deal that I don't know this stranger, but now that my high school career is almost over, I have to suppress the urge to yell up at the ceiling with despair and hopelessness in my cracking voice, "WHO ARE YOU?? I JUST DON'T UNDERSTAND!!"


Here's another one.  Sometimes I am walking around school and all of a sudden I see someone who I was absolutely completely and utterly positive was a year older than me.  But they are still in high school. Now that I am the "top dog" as some may say, there is absolutely no possibility that this person is older than me unless they got held back a year.  This gets me almost as utterly confused.  "WHY ARE YOU STILL HERE!?" 


Now that you have been completely convinced that I am a hermit and don't pay attention to anyone, I'll discuss senioritis.  Although "senioritis" hasn't yet set in, I can feel a slight tinge in my soul that I think originates from the fact that I am so close to being done yet so far.  Senioritis is different for everyone.  Some people just stop working, some stop caring, some start going crazy, some start playing pranks, and I, of course, start becoming weird. There is a part of me that is subconsciously beginning to drop the facade that I have been wearing these last few years as a sane person.  My inner insanity is beginning to slip out and I can't help it.  I keep getting these urges to step over social boundaries and break societal norms.  For example, all seniors are allowed to turn in their own senior photo for the yearbook, and I seriously considered loading a photo of me making a completely hideous face.  I mean, who would stop me?  Also, during spirit week, I actually tried to talk my head girl into having a "dress like a magical unicorn" day.  I'm pretty sure she is now avoiding me.  (But seriously, wouldn't that be hilarious?? HA)  And today, when I was offered a cupcake with blue icing on it in the morning that was guaranteed to make my tongue, teeth and lips blue for the rest of the day and make everyone look at me weird, I said "SCREW IT!" and ate it like a boss.

Oh wait.  I seriously doubt that I would refuse a cupcake ever. So that was a bad example.

Have any of you suffered through high school?
Or wanted desperately to see a bunch of high school kids dressed up as unicorns?
Tell me!

By the way..

Quote of the day:

Everything that irritates us about others can lead us to an understanding of ourselves.  - Carl Jung

Video of the day:  I love this kid.
http://youtu.be/rMbvZTrsy60