the last first day. kinda sounds like a new nicholas sparks best seller… anyway, today. excitement filled me from my toes to my overly blushed face (note to readers: blush is a sacred tool, proceed with caution) we walked in all holding hands, super symbolic. one of our pretty rad friends was crying and when i saw those rad tears falling down her rad face it hit me, pretty hard i might add, that we’re not babies anymore. what if i’m not ready to leave the prison gates of The Coliseum? this over exaggerated sadness soon left me as i trekked up the stairs (hike to the second floor… difficulty:37 feels like: mt. everest) to my first period. was not thrilled, lets just say that. some might ask… eight, how did you keep your spirits alive? well, homies… knowing there was a circle table in the senior section calling my name. now, this may not seem like a big deal to most, or even the slightest bit important, but we’ve all been waiting 3 years for those cherished circle tables. picture this: so, its the hunger games and you’re standing in front of the cornucopia. the only thing that separates you from (insert desired weapon) is 23 hungry, prepubescent teenagers, out for blood. thats our lunch room and instead of 23 its more like 200. and i was victorious.