My High School Thought Process:
Freshman Year: okay okay okay, be calm only 4 years and I’m outta here for good.
Sophomore Year: Wooh! One year down, two to go. This isn’t so bad?
Junior Year: Get me out of this mother fucking school right motherfucking now. Seriously.
Senior Year: WE MADE IT!! Finally free. Adios High School. Peace out, I’m done with you.
Summer After Senior Year: WHY GOD, WHY ARE YOU MAKING US GROW UP. I’ll trade anything for just one more year in High School. One more dance, one more trip, one more study hall, one more lunch with all my friends, one more pass down the hallway knowing everyone’s name, even one more impossible calc test. I want to be forever 18.