The Senioritis Bus

I got hit by it then got on. I accepted myself to my college of choice, started getting absolutely psyched about it and talked about it a lot. Now I see no point in going to high school. I will here quote the blog of Rachel for specific reference to the way i feel...just because I'm lazy and Rachel explains it so nicely.

I. Hate. High School. I wish I could convey my level of disgust over the internet, but it's just not possible. I feel about CCHS the way most people feel about diarrhea. From the way it's always, always cold, to that specific CCHS smell lingering in the halls, to the lockers and flooring and wall tiles from the 70's (avacado green, urine yellow and burnt orange,) to all of the busywork classes that waste my life away and the people that hate to be there just as much as I do. I'm tired of eating lunch in the same exact place every day and always without fail having to ask permission to go to the bathroom. I hate getting up at quarter to six every single weekday. I hate it when teachers outline your projects for you so that everyone does it their specific way, and hand you packets because they can think of nothing beter to do with their lesson time. I hate it when people are already ooing and ahhing over prom, and the teachers that are already flipping out about APs. I can't think straight in that place, I cannot breathe there.

I want to be treated like an adult. I want to be trusted to use the bathroom when I need to. I want everyone to chill, just chill; if I go out for lunch you can trust me to show up for my next class, I'm not going to blow up the school, and prom is not for three months yet. Chill.

To everyone who has moved beyond high school, I know, I know it's not the end of the world. Believe me, I know. But if you had to get written permission to walk twenty feet down the hall and grab a pen out of your locker, you would be pretty grumpy, too.

So yeah...I've been a bit grumpy lately, I haven't been able to sleep, AP Bio is killing my brain, and I'm just sick of things...which is pathetic because we just finished break, and really depressing because we have five straight weeks of school with no days off...oh March...in like a lion, through like hell, out like a freaking blue whale, if I make it that far.

So yeah, that's all I really feel like posting.

Oh yeah, y'all may have noticed an awesome person posting a comment on my last entry named Ellen...that's my room mate next year so you better get used to her!!! That's right, I have a roommate and it feels awesome...another thing that has been fueling immensely my senioritis.