Senior swan song

It crept in slow, like a late bell ring,
Started with “I’ll just skim this reading thing.”
Then next thing I know, I’m zoning in class,
Dreaming of lunch and just trying to pass.

My tie’s kinda crooked, socks don’t match,
Half my notes are just doodles and scratch.
Teachers still care, God bless their drive,
But I’m just aiming to barely survive.

The freshmen sprint through the halls like pups,
While I sip Gatorade from a dented yeti cup.
They ask me for help—I fake being wise,
While Googling answers behind sleepy eyes.

I once had goals, ambition, and fire,
Now I just want a nap and to retire.
Senior retreat? A nap with snacks.
College apps? Done—don’t ask.

Still, there’s love in this lazy mess,
Moeller gave me more than stress.
Buddies, memories, and hallway laughs,
Even if I now skip second halves.

So here’s to this weird in-between phase,
Where we’re checked out in the final days.
We’re almost there, we did our part—
Senioritis and all, we leave with heart.

Maybe well find a cure, but not right now…