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I know I'm just some stupid seventeen year old kid, but I'm still entirely capable of meaningful thought. It is also entirely possible for me to be "dramatic" without being immature. If only people saw that.

I really just don't see the point for my senior year. The only really good thing that could possibly happen is that I will love my three best friends more than I already do. Which, consequently will actually make life harder when I ultimately seperate from them. And let me assure you, I cannot wait to get out.

I'm sick of having to ask a teacher's permission to go to the bathroom, I'm sick of ridiculous bomb threats on bathroom stalls, I'm sick of petty school dances, I'm sick of the I-don't-know-you-at-all-but-I-still-have-a-crush-on-you-from -afar plagues, I'm sick of popularity and cliques, I'm sick of the regimented routine of each day, I'm sick of relying on my mom for EVERYTHING, I'm ready to move on.

Do you remember the way you felt when you only had three days left before your first day of your senior year? Your last first day of high school. Were you like most of my friends, excited- not expecting too much, nervous that you might actually have to make real decisions, happy to be finally be the oldest? Or were you like me, so ready to get out that the only thing holding you back was the world?

I WANT out. I want to find my own totally unique, completely unchartered path. I want to make it on my own. I want to start living and stop the drama of he-said-she-said.

And what scares me is how that never ends. People keep telling me how high school never really ends, it just expands. No longer is it simply a school building that you occupy five days a week... no, instead it is life. Your job, your family, your friends, your everything.

That scares me.

I really hope people are wrong, I don't know if I can handle another 60 or so years of this.