Senior year. The time I’ve looked forward to since I was a kid.
2020 was going to be my year. The big four digits claiming my high school class were printed in thick grey letters on the back of our fifth grade T-shirts. They hung tall and grand on a shiny banner over our middle school hallways. They ran repeatedly through my mind as I sat through my older brothers’ high school graduations. And now, these numbers are seen on every current calendar, daily newspaper, and phone lockscreen. That year that I have so long waited for, has finally come.