Well, I started my senior year. BFD. I thought it would be different. You know? Like the grass on the field would look greener than ever before. The sidewalks would be cleaned of the gray and black gum splotches, shining like a Wizard of Oz Yellow Brick Road. The gym would have bleachers so smooth you’d think they were made of mahogany. And every foxy guy that walked past would check me out and whistle long and low.
Wizard of OzThe reality didn’t quite match my expectations.
Yeah, it’s cool to be the oldest on campus. The sophomores try to sit with you at lunch and the freshmen look up to you with open-mouthed awe. Well, except my stupid little brother, who makes faces when I walk by, but I ignore him.
But Gym still sucks. I mean, why did I have to get a locker next to Barbara Perfect B
