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 Senior Year starts, with a full schedule at hand. Classmates I've known for years, some white, some more tan. A hard Senior year, I could already see. With loads of homework, tons of stress and expensive costs. Yippie. With so much on my plate and such little time, I try my best to stay focussed, this year will be mine. I know this year won't be like the others. From staying up late, sometimes too tired to pull up my covers. From having friends saying hi to me, giving me calls, to nobody here for me. Nobody at all. Senior year. The best year of our four years in highschool, seems like a nightmare.       , with my fellow classmasddfd. jo

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