70 school days until graduation
Well, a day in the life of a second semester senior is unpleasant. Regardless of how awesome your classes are, the knowledge that you’re caged up and cannot taste the freedom known as college for a few more months makes the second semester rough to say the least. This emotion can best be described by detective Terry Hoitz in The Other Guys when he said, “I’m a peacock, you’ve got to let me fly!” That’s spot on for what the seniors are right now: caged peacocks yearning to unleash themselves into the adult young adult world. That being said, some excitement in our lives really makes our final days more bearable. To be exact, these past two days at St. Ignatius have offered the drama that could only be conjured up in the mind of ABC Family writers and MTV tweens. First, we were hit with a mysterious black out that imprisoned the fine Mr. Hodermarsky in a cell we call the elevator. That’s some meat to the story of my life! This not only lit up the inter-webs of Insta-Twit-Book, but it also gave seniors a signature memory to brag to people about (although when present seniors recall this occasion in years to come it will most certainly be over exaggerated. “Haunting voices came and I swear the lights were out for hours!”)
The action didn’t just stop there. Only one day later, what could be the school’s largest WiFi scandal ever unfolded. For some reason unbeknownst to me, the administration password was leaked and it spread with the speed of a freshman running between class changes. In no time it seemed like everybody was on the admin network bandwagon. Some kids joked about everyone getting caught, and they could be right. An announcement broke that the administration had caught onto the students. The students’ innocence was lost. As it was announced that anyone using the network would being in some serious trouble (start singing Taylor Swift’s “Trouble” in your head) students’ awkwardly looked around and bit their tongues. For me, it was hilarious. I could tell that every student was feeling “uncomfortable.”
I now have two funny stories to share in the future. I guess there still can be some bright spots in school for a second semester senior, but I wouldn’t bet money on many more popping up. So for now, all of us seniors wait for our chance to escape.
