senioritis
Have you ever walked into a classroom and suddenly remembered how many other classes you’ve had in that same room, and how each time it was a slightly different version of you that existed? Like in room 218, today you’re a senior typing essays for Nonfiction Writing, but three years ago you were in here falling asleep during Mr. Butler’s slideshows, and a year before that, you were in world history. Each time you were different. Or maybe you’ll be in chorus and suddenly a song will take you back to the same risers but four years ago, and suddenly you’re engulfed in the unexplainable feeling of remembering the person you were the last time you sang the song. Everything around you is the same, but you aren't. I think it's because I'm a senior now, and it keeps getting more and more real that soon I'll be leaving Uni forever. I keep thinking about how Uni is (relatively) permanent, and all of us aren't. When I graduate, Uni will have been the static backdrop of