definitely not (like) another senior class

this is not what my senior class looked like. i knew each one by name and place in the meeting house (i spent most weekends freshman year going over the phone book with sofia). i looked up at them from the ninth-grade spots every day.

they were glorified amazing.

i was about four rows higher than everybody else today. it felt good to be looking down (considering how my days are spent), but it made no sense to me. i don't feel like a senior. and i certainly don't look like one.

i think.

everyone says i've changed a lot since freshman year (thank god!), and i agree. i got taller (i swear), i got a chest (proportionally...), i got clothes not found in the kids section (though i may still be able to). i look generally older. i do.

my seniors were glorified grand.

who would worship one of us like evan worshiped katie? why would people memorize our names?

how man times can you say "we're not worthy" and bow 'till your head goes light?

in four years will some kid whose name i didn't bother to learn be wondering the same thing?