environment offers me the freedom to learn and express my thoughts. Teachers
offer me knowledge and wisdom; friends, laughter; school, adventure.
Please, do not
confuse me with a hyper, extremely fanatical teen. I do not have a
school-obsessive disorder. Frankly, I am normal.
the senior year is the toughest, roughest, hardest, and most dangerous of all.
The curse begins.
Yes, I do believe in superstitions. It is the year of hard courses, college
applications, and prom.
I have calculus and
physics and sociology and English and history. Itís a bit overwhelming.
Honestly, I am not the most organized person in this planet.
Usually, I find my
homework in my sock drawer or behind the stove.
This year, however,
Iíve taken an oath to get help from a real professional Ė my mother! Ė who, I
might add, loves to brag about her cleanliness. So thatís a check!
applications. Itíll be a burden if you donít start quickly.
Iíve done part of
my applications and Iím proud of it. The only thing left to do is mail them in
But donít worry, I
have my calendars marked.
Lastly, senior year
is the prom year. Iím on the prom committee and will be organizing this event.
If you arenít
familiar with prom, itís an elaborate event designed for teens to put on their
best attire and dance in lavish, fancy ballrooms. Many teen girls go crazy about
So it begins, and
Letís just hope it
will be a year to remember.