I slump down on the chair. “It’s over,” I thought coolly to myself.
Some people should breathe a sigh of relief already. Our Project Work phrase is over. It’s time to chug full speed ahead in our books again. Don’t have to sigh too much, because hey, look on the bright side, just 1 more year and everyone’s free from this excruciating cycle. Til then, we’ll still have to mug religiously for the A’s. Sigh.
Reading today’s issue of Urban has prompted me to spend my prom night elsewhere. Hello, nobody’s willing (without a gun to their throats) to spend their proms in school or at some run-down musty smelling ballroom. Not me. I’m gonna find a good bar in any of the hotels, drag some unwilling friends along and listen to bossa nova all night long. Not headbanging to some silly music at a defunct disco or line-dancing with geeks. I need a fresh start, and prom night’s a perfect time to do just that. Til then, good luck, my seniors, for your A’s and your prom night.
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