I am a student.

I am a student. A high school student. A senior. With only 3 months left of the "glory years". Bah. High school was never what I expected it to be. I came into high school as an excited, scared, and naive girl. Actually, I still am. My genius goal of being straight A student was crushed after the first quarter. You know the best thing about being a sophomore girl is? The senior boys. Am I right or what? They look like men.... but you can actually date them this time. And that was scary. I remember quite vividly a certain "man" who was a senior. He had so much facial hair and he was huge. What a man. What a sexy man. What a sexy, scary man. I never talked to him. Just gawked. I wish I could blame the senior boys for my born rebelion. Because I never would have found that rebelious side if it wasn't for them. And of course, the best thing about the senior boys was... my brother was friends with all of them. Thats right, sleepovers always welcome! Not. Once I got into high school my mother had a strict no double sleepover rule. He could have them the night I didnt. Same the other way. It was okay though. I still enjoyed them. We had the best of times ever, my brother and I... plus some. We all did everything together. Everyone paired off with their crushes. They taught us how to sluff class, sneak out at night, the way to frog rock, sneak into elementarys. Looking back now I realize nobody ever kissed their crush. Maybe some hand holding, a little cuddle, late night texting. But that was it. I'm glad it went that way. Some might wonder if it was awkward for my brother.... his friend hitting on his little sister.... but I dont think it was. But as for me? Ha.... nobody gets near my brother. I did my best not to let my friends like my brother. For some odd reason I got so fired up about it. Maybe it was because I knew them better. I dont know. I have to say I had the best crush though. He made me laugh so much. He sang for me, played his guitar, tried to teach me to play. It was fun. Now most of these boys are on their missions. I still keep in touch. Well thats it for part one of sophomore year, high school memoirs. I have school tomorrow.