My Last First Day of High School

I am determined that this will be my best year yet. Which is ironic, as that is the "theme" of this year at my school: Best Year Yet, like the Black-Eyed Peas song I guess.
I'd already dived into doing volleyball (it's sort of difficult for me to swing work, school and volleyball AND friends, as I'm usually a terrible time coordinator). Tryouts were last week. Nobody was cut.
Let me clarify.
This year our little charter school has entered a new league, 2A. So we're not allowed to have a varsity team yet, which actually doesn't make sense. Would it be that way even if we were a regular high school? I don't know. Anyways, we only have a Junior Varsity team and a Freshman/Sophomore team. Both teams are huge. Well, for MCPA. And our gym especially. One gym, two teams. Do the math. It's a little crammed.
Our coach is Lisa, the school counselor. She's nice. Doesn't seem too hard but not too soft yet not too pro either. In other words, she's great. Our team, large as it may be, is fabulous. I'm pretty sure I've got everyone's names down and I try to cheer them as often and as loud as I can. People just like to hear their names. Trust me on this one.
But enough about volleyball, the staple of my life.
First Week, erm, Two Days of School. We officially started on Thursday. Maybe that's so people wouldn't immediately feel overloaded with five days of schedules after three months of lazy. Being a senior is already incredible. Maybe it's just me, but I feel so worry-free. Like, everyone is either my age or younger and for some reason that qualifies them to be below my Worry Radar. It's that weird, familiar feeling of "I love everyone" that I always seem to have for my fellow students. Side note: either I love everyone or I hate them all. I don't single out anyone; they are all equally deserving of both strong feelings. Actually they only deserve the first one; every once in while I deserve to feel the second.
This year, for the first time, we have allowed 7th and 8th graders to attend our little school. I've never realized how small I once was. It's anomalistic, like someone telling you that you finally need your wisdom teeth out. It's a small surprise that doesn't surprise you at all. So this makes my senior experience feel even...older.

In the spirit of moving on to more grown-up things, I just watched an episode from my favorite show when I was little. About some bananas. In pajamas. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xQvFnSIIuHE&NR=1