Juniors 101 - Written May 2009

They May Never Understand


So here’s to being the youngest person in your grade.

And here’s to the class - that helps your career- and you’ve wanted for years.

Here’s to the class you knew you’d hate, but a friend convinced you to take anyways.

Here’s to the foreign language you now consider your sanctuary.

Here’s to having no one to sit with at lunch and looking like a loser.

Here’s to the second year of Algebra and the complicated equ -- everything.

Here’s to the choir that your better than, but nevertheless are stuck in.

And here’s to the English class taught by the “best” teacher in the district.


So here’s to a friend switching schools before the choir‘s first big day.

And here’s to hating the class you’re now financially obligated to take.

Here’s to making new friends with people you knew all along.

Here’s to loving your third hour because it feels like the only place you belong.

Here’s to sitting with a guy, you kind of like, because he doesn’t seem to mind.

Here’s to walking to class alone even though you shouldn’t have to.

Here’s to dating a guy in the class you can’t wait to be rid of.

And here’s to a close friend admitting he‘s gay.


So here’s to getting dumped by two underclassmen in a row.

And here’s to being the strongest of your placement in the choir you’re worthy of.

Here’s to having history class with the instructor who taught more jokes than facts.

Here’s to slacking off with friends even though it’s still your favorite class.

Here’s to sitting next to people, you kind-of can’t stand, because you hate eating alone.

Here’s to really struggling to stay awake in math.

Here’s to forensic science taught like a class in Jr. High.

And here’s to being thrown in the back so all you do is nap.


So here’s to losing most of your friends after the senior’s left.

And here’s to your friend coming back although you hardly noticed time pass.

Here’s to losing respect from that teacher/editor you kind-of, always, hated.

Here’s to sliding in late to your final exam, and the look on your favorite teacher’s face.

Here’s to losing friends, and gaining acquaintances instead.

Here’s to not understanding most of your math exam.

Here’s to suffering from ‘senioritis’ although you’re only a junior.

And here’s to not even showing up the last day because you didn’t cram.

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