Strolling into school that first day didn’t feel any different. As I’m sure many of my other classmates would agree, I felt the same walking into school as I have the previous years of my high school career. Granted, I didn’t walk into any wrong classrooms or get lost looking for the pool again. That typical first day hasn’t really changed much since freshman year. Only one thing has changed: it was my last first day.
Waiting by the door as if I just got off the bus from my first day in second grade, my mom quickly asked me, “So, Will, how was your first day as a senior?” Of course, as any loving son would say, I gave her a quick “good” and hustled inside for a snack. The next day the same scenario occurred; however, during my typical after-school snack of a bagel with some assortment of cold cuts on it, I noticed my mom had said “second day” as a senior instead of “first,” as if she were counting down the days until I graduated.