Senior year was extremely uneventful at my school. I was so fukking sick of high school by that point, especially since I already knew where I was going to school. My only goal was not dropping below a 2.3 GPA so Arizona State wouldn't withdraw their offer for enrollment.
Other than that I laid really low with friends. For the most part, I stopped sneaking out of the house and doing that sort of crap, especially since I had my own car at that point and didn't have to steal my mom's to roll around with friends smoking weed and chasing girls.
I did participate in one school event, the unplugged guitar show. I went up, sang my two covers, and saw my parents walk in at the back of the auditorium as I was about to get off stage. My parents were still walking down the aisle when I stepped back up to the mic, and everyone stopped applauding to hear what I was going to say: I'd like to thank my parents for showing up just as I finished playing. Awkward silence except for a few claps and cheers.
Another highlight of my year was my transexual cousin coming over from Germany to study for the first two marking periods. She was a hit with the guys because they love the accent and the whole German girl thing, but they didn't know she was really a guy. One fool who had like, half days every day fukked him.
12th grade was pretty much a boring bust though. HS in general basically blew.
Here in this graveyard it's still No Man's Land
The countless white crosses in mute witness stand
To man's blind indifference to his fellow man
And a whole generation who were butchered and damned.