this is a lot more sentimental than i wanted it to be

i've been trying my best to convince myself that i'm not going to miss this place
but there's a reason we spent all of prom talking about cartoons we watched when we were 9
though i may not miss the prison-like halls tattooed with inspirational quotes that i only pretend to read when avoiding eye contact,
i think i might miss parts of this
being 17 -- on the cusp of freedom and adulthood but still hanging on by a few threads
plus staying out late on school nights is more fun when you're not supposed to
and i think when we go out with a bang, we'll listen for the echo

everyone keeps telling me "you're done"
but i don't feel done
because even though we are finished with the fitness gram and arena scheduling,
there are still janitors who have to clean suicide notes off of bathroom stalls
so i'm gonna try and keep all this
in here
in two weeks we won't be known as the stoners, the players, or the not on sunday-ers
we'll be who we want to be

and hopefully real talk will be much more than a poetry assignment