Perhaps, I will major in astrology in college. If it weren't for them, I'd be the only person in class. I'm glad that they never saw me as a scummy senior who expected to be worshipped like a god, even though I really was. Of course, there was the time they vandalized my flesh with their colored pens and smiley faces, but I pardon them, because THAT is true power. Frequently, seniors go nuts, because deep down inside in their still beating frog guts, they know that they should have graduated last year.
Seniors act out their frustration in different ways.
Recently, I assaulted my best friend with a roll of toilet paper. There's something chillingly evil about senior year, but then again, there's probably a lot of good things, too. Well, you do get to graduate, and become a freshman next year. Also, being a supreme being gives you certain perks, like extra gravy on your potatoes, and a constitutional right to be immature. The ultimate conclusion is this last paragraph.