the beginning of the end

Senior Year. Here at last, here at last. At the risk of sounding completely cheesy , I must admit that high school has flown by in the quickest way possible. It feels like yesterday I was walking the halls of the school for the first time and today I put on my senior sweater, enjoying the perks of being at the top of the food chain. I do confess, today is not the very first day of the 2009-2010 school year, but the second. The first day of school was so ridiculously busy that I barely had the time to inhale, let alone sit down at the computer for a few hours. The first day of school held far more activity than I had previously expected. The early 5:30 wake-up call that is my usual took a toll on me, and to make matters even worse, I attended the very last warped tour (as is tradition) with my friends the day before. So I arrived for the onset of my senior year with massive dark rings under my eyes and my hair in an irreparable state. What I was expecting to be a fairly simple day was a stretch of long hours spent running throughout the school and discussing classes with my friends. The day just kept on going when I rushed to Office Depot to buy a hoard of school supplies to be assembled for the next day. Exhausted as I was, I kept myself awake until every class had it's own binder filled to every specification. Then, mercifully, I fell into a deep and grateful sleep.
I awoke this morning at the same time and hoped that today wouldn't be nearly as hectic as yesterday had been. Turns out that my hopes were sufficiently fulfilled. Since Tuesday is our designated "half day", we all are dismissed at 1:20 after only 3 classes. With all my school supplies already organized and only one class's worth of homework, I actually had the luxury of relaxing for the evening and sitting down to record all this here.
As for my first two days, I will say this. I am completely interested in seeing how this year plays out. I mean, I'm still not used to the fact that this is my last year in high school. It's strange to see my classmates in those sweaters that seem perpetually reserved for a grade above my own. I'm sure that the right feelings will set in at some point, though I can't tell you precisely when that will be. I guess we'll all just have to find out, won't we?