Senior?

Just finished up day two as a Senior and it really doesn't feel all that different than the last few years of High School. I guess there were no jitters or real worries. By Senior Year you really do know the school in and out and there isn't anyone older than you to think about on campus. A part of me wishes and hopes that the underclassmen respect me the way I use to respect seniors my freshman and sophomore years. They just seemed so cool, smart, talented, funny.... I doubt I'm as amazing as I think I am, but it would be nice if some young-ins thought of me in awe as I did of those few seniors back then. :)

I wasn't able to change my schedule and drop lunch to be AP Human Geo or ASL 3 like I was hoping, but I am content with my schedule none the less. I start off the day with Meyer for Comp 101. Creative writing is usually a piece of cake so I'm not too concerned. Next, I head over to AP Government with Abbott and I already adore her. She is hilarious and I'm sure she knows her stuff. Every time she talks about Kemmer I miss him! Second hour is concert choir. Choir is choir. Nothin new there. Third hour I'm with Franzen learning AP AB Calc. Haha he seems nice and like a good teacher so maybe I won't die during this final year of math. Performance Theatre follows that with the push to raise your stakes on stage! Fifth hour. Lunch. I guess a break in the middle of the day is welcome. Sixth hour I sit next to Laura and together we will power through physics until lastly, I hit seminary. This will be my first, and only, year with Brother Geottle so I'm excited to get to know him along with the others in my seminary class (even though I already know most of them). Well there we are! 0-7 with a lunch and let the year continue. I'm still having some mixed feeling, but "we don't even have to try, it's always a good time!"

After my mom driving me to and from school the last three years I feel guilty. I should have walked.... but who wants to do that?!?! I've decided to try to take another stab at the truck so Joey is reteaching me how to drive the blasted stick shift, no air, no radio, truck. Driving myself around in an extra car would be so convenient. A day or two ago I ventured out of the neighborhood  to the High School to practice with Joey. There is this awful light in between the elementary school and the high school that I seemed to have stalled at not once, not twice, but THREE TIMES. Yes, I am completely embarrassed. My only defense is that the truck is simply terrifying to drive. On the third attempt to go, my old English teacher drove up and waited at the light behind us. Joey was done sitting at the intersection so he pushed me to try again at this third green light and I finally pulled out just as the light switched from yellow to red... leaving my old English teacher to wait for the next light. Sorry Zona! Both of them have teased me quite a bit since that and I'm still not ready to take "Little Red" (as my dad likes to call the truck) anywhere outside of the neighborhood by myself. *deep breath* They say practice makes perfect. I just hope practice takes away that awful feeling in my stomach when I start to release the clutch at a green light.