Dear Diary,

I really miss the break. I’m starting to understand what sophomores mean when they say the third quarter is exhausting. Today was kind of a strange day. I was leaving the Henderson Arts Center to head to Ceramics I in the Middle School. It was already 9:35 when my friend ran over to tell me some type of horror story from her PD class. Something about condoms and racing, I’m not really sure.

Anyway, by the time I escaped the conversation and made it to Pratt, it was 9:42. Well past the soft start deadline, I thought I was, for sure, going to be the last to arrive. But boy was I wrong.

  At 9:48, a full thirteen minutes after the start of class, the only senior in our class walked in. In one hand, she had a venti Strawberry Acai Lemonade from Starbucks, and in the other a crumpled white Chick-fil-A bag. Imagine having all that!

Our teacher didn’t even look up when she opened the door. He just sighed with a tired sort of contempt and continued with the demonstration. It was as if, for some reason, the rules just didn’t apply to seniors. I can not wait to be cool like that, able to drive wherever I want and go off campus.

But despite her cool outfits and laid-back approach to class, it was still torture, as I was forced to sit back and watch the condensation drip down the side of her Starbucks cup. Every drop that landed on the chalky surface of the Ceramics tables reminded me just how long it was until lunch. When she pulled out the waffle fries, things really took a turn for the worse, as the ketchup and Chick-fil-A sauce residue got all over the bottom of my vase. It will probably burn off in the kiln, so I guess it’s fine. Still, I feel like it’s kind of selfish for seniors to use their privileges solely for themselves. Maybe now that we are classmates, we will become friends and bring me food. 

I’m still not even really sure why this senior girl is in my class. Literally everyone else in my class is a freshman, so I don’t know what’s up with that. One girl said something about arts credits, and not doing them, but I don’t know what she is talking about. I just took this because playing with clay sounded fun. I guess if you’re having this thing they call “senioritis”, playing with clay is still super cool. Maybe when I am an old senior, I will come back and take ceramics again. 

Well, I should probably go to bed soon. I have to be at school before assembly tomorrow to practice with my Iraq referendum group. 

-Your average freshman