I want to stay in school. Is that such a hard request? Yes, I graduated this year. And yes, I’m 18. And yes, I don’t need or have any courses to repeat, but I want to stay at East. My name is Laura Hinderson and this is true life: I’m addicted to my high school. Just kidding about the true life part; not the high school part.

 When I was growing up, I hated elementary school. Although I will admit that my constant habit of spitting in my teachers faces was no help, it just was not equipped for my academic caliber. So when I was able to get out of there, I bolted. Though my fifth grade graduation was awkward, since when everyone threw their hats in the air, I threw mine at my teacher. Sorry Mr. Peachtree.

Then, I went to middle school and hated that too. My love of Harry Potter forced me to deviate from the social scene at school. So, when everyone was wearing Hollister, I wore round Harry Potter spectacles and a Gryffindor scarf…all year round. Again, this school was not equipped for my social caliber. Though different from elementary school (in classes and people), it seemed like I had made no progress. But, I did have another awkward 8th grade graduation, since I tripped on my Harry Potter scarf.   

Then, High School entered my life. Great wraps, talkative lunch ladies, funny romances (I’m looking at you two, Howard and Rosenberg) and classes are just a few things that made my high school years memorable. I loved the classes. They kept me busy. Sorry, if I like the smell of brain sweat in the morning and sorry if the freshman fifteen doesn’t appeal to me. I prefer my freshman five topping wrap, thank you very much. So, when I sent in my request for classes at East next year, imagine my surprise when my guidance councilor asked me into her office, staring at me for five full minutes before saying that this was not a funny senior prank. She sent me out of her office when I said it wasn’t. I’m not coming back for the guidance counselors, let me make that clear.

I want to stay at East forever, even if it means disguising myself as a student and arbitrarily picking classes to enter everyday and when the teacher asks me if I’m in the right class, Ill respond with Spanish, in which case she will understand I’m a foreign exchange students and ignore me, just the way I like it.