I’m leaving high school tomorrow,
and I’m not ready at all. I don’t know if Mr. Obiefuna is going to pass me, I don’t know what I’m willing down at banquet tomorrow, I’m going to start working a job as soon as summer starts, I still haven’t sent SAT scores to SAC, and I don’t know how I’m going to make it anymore. I guess I’m going to have to start acting like an adult, but I really don’t want to. The world doesn’t make sense to me, and I’m not prepared to try and figure it out.






