Senior year


Senior year. The year we have all been waiting for. The year we were all eager to start.

As freshman all we wanted to be were upperclassmen. I was ready to start a new year and my last year of high school, excited to make the best out of it.

Stress took over at the start of this year. Stress like no other.

Then you have that feeling of wanting to fast-forward to the future but of course, that’s not possible.

Once you are done applying for colleges you feel like everything is going to get easier BUT that isn’t the case.

On top of the piles of work from teachers and a part-time job, an average student has to worry about scholarships.

This is the time that you wish you were a genius and a got a full ride to your dream college.

The reality is, that doesn’t happen to just anyone... you have to work your butt off. As us teenagers say “The struggle is real!”

Now it’s time to only hope for the best.

Senior year, I was definitely not prepared for the amount of stress and tears you came with.

Hoping for the best…



  I can actually relate to the poem.

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