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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.
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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.
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