first day of senior year, for me, anyways. most if not all students who attend marquette university high school were there on friday. and if you were a scared little freshman with look of fear and the words, "oh shit!" plastered on your forehead, then thursday was definitely your day. we all make fun of the frosh, and we do so completely out of ignorance. i'm not one to say it's a bad thing, but we were freshman too and we like to forget (very often, i might add) that we were once the ones trekking to the fourth floor, sweating nervously(no air conditioning?) in every class and big, fat, obnoxious letters that spelled out "oh shit" on our foreheads. this is how i think the writing-on-the-forehead progresses from year to year:
oh shit!-->oh!-->oh fuck!-->fuck this!
the last writing usually occurs around second semester, when seniors tend to contract the HIGHLY contagious "senioritis". then again, if you're like me and most of my friends right now, we currently are suffering under the disease known as "i-hate-this-and-i-need-out-of-this-institution-pronto-itis". not as common as "senioritis" but definitely not unheard of.
and on this day, the first day of senior follies try-outs (a very rare non-cut theater activity, who knew?), we started out with a bang...a very off key, lackluster, unintentionally hilarious, bang. with my friends and i? no problemo--chorus for four straight and glorious years can fix that. singing to your car stereo for maybe four straight minutes? yeahsurewhatever. im not saying i minded this--follies is in NO WAY based off this talent, but it did provide for some american idol audition-like moments. and now, just about reaching 10pm and my parents about to check that im not doing homework, im ending very (and begrudgingly) early. until next time.
