Chapter 8: At Last, Senior Year
There was a problem with all of this though: all but one of my friends were older than me. So by my senior year, virtually all of my friends had graduated. It honestly wasn't too bad. I never really had them in any classes anyways, and we stayed in contact and saw each other on breaks. The biggest problem was band. The only reason I enjoyed band was because of my friends. I never developed a passion for my instrument or marching nor a desire to perform any better than average. So when my friends graduated, there was no real point in me staying in band. But I did. I don't really why. Quitting just never seemed like an option to me. Saying that makes it seem as if I was hard-working or determined, but I really wasn't. I guess I just thought that I had been doing it for so long that I might as well do one more year of it. All this amounted to was an extraordinarily boring senior year. Before my senior year I always heard seniors complaining how they just wanted to get out and be done, and never really got it. To me, high school was a pretty sweet gig. You have next to no responsibilities, have plenty of free time, and the work you do is either busy work or close enough to it. But now that I'm in their shoes, I completely see where the seniors of yore were coming from. I'm just tired. I'm tired of stupid assignments. I'm tired of getting up at six in the morning. I'm tired of coming to the same place every day and doing what seems like the same thing over and over again. When I write it out like this it seems like I'm talking about a job. I guess I have this to look forward to when I enter the workforce.