Summer has ever so quickly come to the end and now it is time to start what they call “The year of your lives”, grade 12. This is the year that you no longer have to move out of the grads way when they walk in the hall. Like a majestic cougar in the forest I slink down the hallways, now realising that being at the top of the school every one who is younger should move out of my way when I walk these glorious halls; this is my year. Being the oldest people in the school means that the grads get special privileges like “if I'm walking and your in my way you move I don’t” it just makes sense, I moved for the grads last year and so did everyone else. In the hallways there are people stopping, cutting you off, bumping in to you and so much more. School hallways are so disgustingly crowded but that’s not a worry in my head because they all HAVE to move. This year will be great, no more being the little guy who gets pushed, bulldozed or flown into a locker trying to get out of the way of the admirable colossal hierarchy of the school. Like the last piece of cake, grade 12 is bitter sweet, knowing that it taste so good to finally be at the top but when your finished that piece of cake there is no more; you are out of high school forever.
Kellie.Eby
Kellie.Eby
