Enjoy the last year you will be at the top of the food chain. Won’t happen in college (always grad students and professors) and won’t happen in real life, unless you become Bill Gates’ female equivalent. Which we need and we’ll support you all the way.
::reads MysterEcks post::
::realizes he also graduated in 1981::
::joins MysterEcks in drinking Tequila::
Enjoy it at the top! I’m just excited I’m not a Freshman anymore. Won’t be long till I’m a senior! I hope you have a great year.
I’m a freshman! I’m also 20 minutes late to the semiformal, leaving me with a very upset date (I’m sorry Alissa!)
…how was I supposed to know the stupid thing started at 6 and not 6:30?!
Cheers, Odieman.
Hic!
Pepperlandgirl, I hear you on your enthusiasm. I hated High School. I hated it so much that I took summer school classes so I could get all my credits to graduate by the end of my Junior year. So I never even had a Senior year. Congrats on being one year closer, though!
I too am now a senior, and every time I think of it I get a wierd feeling. I don’t feel like a senior. I remember being younger, in grade school, or even early high school, and seeing older kids, 8th grade, 9th grade, 12th grade, and thinking about how much older they looked. Now that I’m in 12th grade (well, next fall anyway), I look at the kid sitting in front of me in class and can’t believe that he or I are going to be in college soon. The last three years went by very fast, and I think the sheer speed caught me by surprise. I’m not sure if other seniors feel this way, I’m sure some do, but its very surreal; the amount of change over the last few years, looking back at pictures of yourself, and wondering when you got older. Just today, I was parked outside an elementary school, and I saw two kids, probably 7 or 8 years old, spinning each other around, and wondered when I started thinking about college tuition, SATs, and all that other teenage stuff. I’m excited, and pretty stunned about where I am in my life. Its just hard to imagine that four years of high school can separate you from who you were in grade school to who you will be in college, but thats how it works.
bradysg
bradysg, you owe me a bottle of Clairol now. I will be 33 in two weeks, and until I read your post, I didn’t have a single gray hair. By the time I finished, I had a bigger gray streak than Bonnie Raitt.
:::mumblegrumblemumbledamnkidsmumblegrumblemumble:::
I am going to be junior next year, and the thought of it is kinda frightening. Where did all the time go? I mean, it seems like only a month ago I was a freshman hanging out and getting sloshed with my friends. I’m still not sure what I’m going to major in college, and the thought that I need to apply for scholarships soon is baffling. At least I’ve had a lot of fun in the first two years. Time to have fun in the next two before escaping the domicile and goign off on my own.
:::::::Auntie Pro rocking in her rocking chair with a shawl wrapped snugly around her legs (rheumatiz, ya know):::::::
Congratulations there ya cute lil pepperlandgirl! ::::cof::::cof::::I member back in the olden days when we didn’t really graduate, we just got handed a rake and sent out to the fields, be glad you get your choice of jobs or college:::::coff:::::cofffff I * still have my first slate * that I wrote my name on with a piece of charcoal, I still cherish it too! Keep your mementos away from water, okay? My slate has a bit of mold on it now:::::::coffff::::coff
Damn
I’m a senior too.
NO I mean a real senior.
Did you know that they start sending you AARPs Modern maturity at age 50?
Good Luck in whatever you choose to do in the future.
Give Em Hell
I hated HS. With a passion. Argh. You couldn’t get me to go back for anything. Unless it was to change history wildly. I would rather die than relive that hell again.
Be glad you’ll be leaving soon, real life is more fun.
I graduated in 1984, and recently went back to my high school. To root against their women’s basketball team.
My cousin was playing for the other team. My alma lost handily (I was warned they weren’t very good), I still felt like frickin’ Benedict Arnold.
At least the gym looks nicer than it did when I was there.
(Incidentally, I told my cousin that if she ever plays for a college, and they go up against UCLA, I’m gonna boo her.
Hey, blood is thicker than water, but this is ***UCLA *** , dammit.
Go fellow classmates of 2001! We now have every right to be arrogant and cruel to the freshmen at our respectives schools. Enjoy your summer while it lasts…so far my time has been going all too quickly and it’s pretty scary realizing I have to actually start thinking about my future…
bradysg said:
I’m gonna tell you a secret, brady, one that it took me a long time to figure out. (I am painfully aware that sounds like some middle-aged yahoo about to lecture the young people.) You never feel any older–not at 17, not at 37, not at 77. Never.
I always expected to feel older–I think everyone does. I kept waiting for it, and wondering when it would occur. I’d hit the milestones in life–16, 18, 21–and think it had to happen soon. But it never did.
Then my late grandmother told me something that made me realize the truth. It wasn’t long before she died, so she would have been about 71; I was about 23. She had all sorts of heath problems, and she was talking about them, but then she paused. And she said “I know I’m old…but I don’t feel old. I just feel like me.” And I realized right then that she had just answered the nagging question of when you feel older. You don’t.
When I look in a mirror, I don’t see the same things I used to. I have gray hairs in my beard and moustache. My head hair is abandoning ship for the greener pastures of the shower drain. The lines by my eyes are etched a bit more deeply. I know I don’t feel physically the way I did 20 years ago, or even 10 years ago. Sports figures my age are considered elder statesmen. The oldest player in the NHL is only four years older than me–a big deal gets made about how one of his much-younger teammates is dating his daughter.
I don’t have all the same thoughts and attitudes I used to, either. I think about death more now–somewhere along the line I stopped thinking of myself as immortal. People I went to high school or college with, even some younger than I, have already died of natural causes. At 36+ I may still be nearer the beginning than the end…but then again I may not.
But all these things don’t make me feel any different inside. Inside, I feel like I could be waiting for my senior year in high school to begin. Inside, I feel like I could be waiting to start seventh grade. Inside, I feel like I always have. Inside, I just feel like me.
There is a song by Jackson Browne called Sleep’s Dark And Silent Gate, which goes in part:
“Sometimes I lie awake at night and wonder
where the years have gone.
They’ve all passed under
sleep’s dark and silent gate.”
(From the Jackson Browne album The Pretender (Swallow Turn Music/WB Music Corp.) ©1976 Asylum Records.)
Great news pepper! Don’t be too hard on the Freshmen , as in a little while…surprise! You’ll be a Freshman again!
Try to have a lot of fun! With your personality, that should be no problem. 
I wish I could have enjoyed HS, but I was very confused about a lot of things, was (and still am) hideously ugly and a bitter and angry person. In other words, there was some “unpleasantness”.
I would have responded earlier, but I missed your thread 'cause I’ve been too busy plotting how to seduce you to the lesbian lifestyle. I didn’t realize that you were still in HS. If I had paid more attention while on your web pages I would have known. As much as I would like to rob the cradle, perhaps I should suspend my plans until you graduate.
The waiting will be murder, though (sigh).
Yay! I’m going to be a senior, too! So where is the party at?
Just thought I’d post since I haven’t been posting in ages and everyone probably forgets how old I am anyway.
Oh, don’t do that! Come on, I was so looking forward to being seduced into the lesbian lifestyle!!! If it makes you feel any better, my BF is a cradle robber too, he’s almost 21.People tell me I’m mature for my age, well sometimes, like when I’m not speaking. 
I can’t believe I’m a Senior. I look back on my HS career, hell, my school career, and I can’t believe it’s almost over. I try to remember what it’s like to be in elementary school, or even jr high again, and I can’t. It’s almost like that never happened, and my life began as a freshmen, and now it’s hurdling out of my control. Anybody else feel like that?