Like I’ve said, it’s been a difficult school year so far. I won’t go into my usual complaints too much here because that’s not what I’m all about here. “Love and light” as crazy Danielle from Real Housewives of New Jersey would say.
Love and light.
This year, my love and light comes from my seniors. Best senior class ever. Four years ago, about six of my seniors were also in my English 9 classes. It’s always fun to see them grow up. But that’s not the best part about this senior class.
They’re laid back, intelligent, friendly, and they laugh at my jokes. They go along with whatever crazy assignments I have in my repetoire, no matter how confusing the current iteration may be.
They understand when I’m stressed. They don’t hold it against me when I’m unprepared. They scavenge left-over food from yearbook’s Friday breakfast club. You wouldn’t think that would make them endearing, but it does. A small group of about four boys gets to class almost IMMEDIATELY after yearbook ends just to see if there’s food. And when there is, you better make sure you get to class first.
It’s been a hard English 9 year, and it’s been a hard yearbook year (which ends up defining the year), but TGFMS.
Thank God for My Seniors.
