Senior year


Heard the first bell
just sit there and dwell

super tired
ready to be hired
sitting there uninspired

quite often sitting in the bleachers
frustrated with people who are moochers
and people acting like creatures

taking senior trip
wanted it to be on a ship
but at least we're getting a trip

got my senior hoodie
and some other goodies

ready for my diploma
my dorms gonna need some williams and sonoma

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All about my senior year.