It's just to let you know that this lovely time of relaxation will come soon. Ode to second semester senior year. If you actually put some effort into high school, you'll be really happy with the possibilities. If not, smiles may turn into frowns. The plight of the senior is great.
Decisions lurk at every corner, and life seems to be spinning out of control.
I can say all of this on perfect authority, because today is April 1st, and the envelopes which contain my future should have today arrived in my mailbox. It's so weird. It's so odd. So very odd. I thought I would feel really afraid, but I don't.