Everyone's spirits are running high and low. One minute you're up and the next you're not. Hormones are raging, and I swear to God someone is going to get pregnant. Exams. For a five letter word it begins to sound like one very powerful expletive. They're the be-all-end-all of tests. Literally. And they're going to kill us all.
The feeling of freedom- so elusive and yet so pervaisive is becoming increasingly evident. It's here! The murmur runs up and down the hallways like Speedy Gonzales. Summer! But it's not here. It's prancing and dancing, just beyond our reach. It's prancing and dancing, just after exams. I'd capitalize that word, but it wouldn't be grammatically correct. And grammar is insanely important when you're writing an essay.
People are skipping- the teachers are both incredibly annoyed and remarkably nonchalant about it. It's a time of great paradoxes. Freedom and misery, annoyance and nonchalance, up and down, round and around.
Everyone is making up and breaking up. Getting it off and getting it on. We're all making rash, life-impacting decisions that will haunt us forever. Like getting tongue piercings, naval rings, tattoos and new boyfriends.
Exams. They should be illegal. They do more dammage to the teenage mentality than drinking and smoking pot. And you can't even blame it all on peer pressure.
The work of a girl-woman whose sole talents are writing and being lazy.
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