Being a Senior


Just the other day I realized what it was.

It wasn't being old, being mean, or sitting in the back of the bus.

It wasn't trashing the school, or stealing all you can,

It was helping a freshman, find a hidden trash can.

It's helping a freshman know, which sink works or not,

It's helping the same old teachers, when their brains are in a knot.

And above all, it's showing the Lower classes, that when it all seems to fall, that soon enough they'll be a senior, and enjoying their last ball game, and their last march, and before they know it, it'll all be gone.

So to you Juniors, Sophomores, and Freshman, remember, being a Senior isn't about finally leaving the school, it's helping a Freshman, from looking a fool.


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