5 star senior year(Bullshit?)

School is on the horizon again and I can't help but sense an ever present feeling of encroaching doom. Obviously the prior grade propaganda about senior year is uncharacteristically optimistic, skipping class, sleeping in, doing pretty much whatever the scholastic world disapproves of. Apposed to what we would hear in grade school, more work, less youthfulness, and a shit load of cursive. Which is bull because I'm maintaining a respectable GPA without being able to tell apart my B's and F's. Which I guess could be bad in the case of reading about a rodeo, "Bucked by his horse etc etc".But what respectable cowboy recreational activity uses cursive anyway? Cursive is for sissies, 3rd graders, and the declaration of independence and anything that reaches over into multiple categories (Button Gwinnet was a total pussy!). Anyway, instead of being comforted by ambiguous adjectives like "cool" and "bad ass" I'm kind of off put. While the thought of parking my nonexistent car in the school lot is fairly enticing, I'm not sure if I'm ready to enjoy myself in school. I feel like I've trained myself to hate going into school with the idea in mind that when I get out my victory will be that much more simple to cherish. But enjoying my senior year while taking classes? Thus far I've felt like school is prison, and you don't see the guy who's reaching the end of his 14 year sentence getting let off the hook on the ole shank and rape front.(Maybe a colorful string to hang his soap on though...) Maybe senior year will shape up to be all it's praised as. Actually thinking back, they lied to me about cursive, CAPT being hard, and finding weapons of of mass destruction. I guess I'll have to start my senior year with a shattered sense of trust and my trustier five star notebook. Quick note on five star notebooks(hah note, note. I hate my life) they probably have the most pretentious name for a notebook company ever. Most of my notebooks have been flimsy pieces of shit held together with a mix of my shame at having to buy the pink one (because that was all they had left) and my tears due to dust they use to treat the plastic covers...This memory makes me look forward to school even more.

Note: Button Gwinnet was a representative of Georgia who signed the declaration of independence, he was killed in a duel by Lachlan Mcintosh. Suffice to say this was a significant blow to the ATL. TI often sites Gwinnet as the inspiration that fueled his musical career.