On the surface, I keep my 'cool'. I smile as I stroll around school & wave at the one in a million familiar faces at school. 'Keep it casual', I tell myself.

Underneath, I'm anxious. I pray to God and beg the world for this to be my last semester at SMC.

Honestly, seriously, let this be the last semester. Let it be the best. Let me finish goooooood.

If I have to stay another year, i think ill kill someone.