Senior Skip Day
Perfect Senior Skip Day “OMG! We’re going to have a crawfish boil at the park and put on some loud music!” Shrieked a girl in my high school biology class, “Only people with invitations are allowed.” “We’re going to Houston and spending the whole damn day there partying like crazy.” said another guy. The entire class was yelling in excitement. It felt like I was in a loud beehive, people were just buzzing away talking about “Senior Skip Day.” This is the day where senior students plan their own wild celebration of the last days in high school. All seniors have to celebrate this day altogether as a class during school hours. Everyone was aware of this occasion and it was sort of a privilege seniors had. I was sitting in the back of the class with the “Mexican group.” It was quite weird for me because I usually don’t associate myself with one type of race, but I sat there because they were the kindest and funniest people I had ever met in my classes and I was close to about three of them. The “group,” as people liked to call us, consisted of 7 crazy party-animal Mexicans with an exception of a couple of us who stayed sane, or, really, were never allowed to get out.
I looked around to see if anyone was making plans in the back of the room, and for a moment I forgot that they had no school spirit for any event. Since no one was making any plans, so I rested my head on my fist disappointed. “Well, I’ll make my own plans if they won’t do anything,” I thought with a bit of anger.
“Ding Ding Ding.” The bell rang before I could share my ideas with anyone, which frustrated me even more.
After school, my boyfriend, Justin, picked me up to go home, and while sitting down in the car, I was quiet. He could tell I was a little anxious. “What’s wrong, baby?” he asked while trying to tickle me to get a smile out of me. “Well!” I blurted “No one in my group of friends wants to do anything for ‘Senior Skip Day,’ typical non-school spirited Mexicans.” “Don’t
I looked around to see if anyone was making plans in the back of the room, and for a moment I forgot that they had no school spirit for any event. Since no one was making any plans, so I rested my head on my fist disappointed. “Well, I’ll make my own plans if they won’t do anything,” I thought with a bit of anger.
“Ding Ding Ding.” The bell rang before I could share my ideas with anyone, which frustrated me even more.
After school, my boyfriend, Justin, picked me up to go home, and while sitting down in the car, I was quiet. He could tell I was a little anxious. “What’s wrong, baby?” he asked while trying to tickle me to get a smile out of me. “Well!” I blurted “No one in my group of friends wants to do anything for ‘Senior Skip Day,’ typical non-school spirited Mexicans.” “Don’t