I Was Supposed To Have My Senior Year

I was supposed to take a math test this past Monday.

I was supposed to cram last minute for an essay on a book I didn’t read.

I was supposed to have to struggle my way into the corner chair of my Economics room.

I was supposed to go buy a greasy snack on tater tot Wednesday.

I was supposed to get a “life pep talk” from one of my favorite teachers and

I was supposed to give the other one a college pennant for his room.

I was supposed to give my English teacher back his copy of ‘The Sound and The Fury’.

I was supposed to see my guidance counselor one last time and thank her for her unconditional support.

I was supposed to go to a senior barbeque.

I was supposed to save my favorite outfit for my last day of high school.

I was supposed to get a high five from my principal on my 18th birthday.

I was supposed to hear one last verse of ‘Working For The Weekend’.

I was supposed to cathartically dispose of my school work one last time.

I was supposed to bring in my heavy untouched textbooks.

I was supposed to take just two tedious final exams.

I was supposed to walk the empty halls again.

I was supposed to see my classmates and

I was supposed to say goodbye.

I was supposed to have them sign my yearbook.

I was supposed to wish them well and hope our paths would someday cross.

I was supposed to get my nails done for my senior prom.

I was supposed to get my hair done for the first time in my life.

I was supposed to put on that beautiful expensive dress.

I was supposed to slow dance with my boyfriend while we still had the chance.

I was supposed to go to Disney world.

I was supposed to ride roller coasters with my peers.

I was supposed to watch the fireworks in Epcot;

I was supposed to see our oldest teacher smoke his legendary cigars with the of-age students.

I was supposed to graduate.

I was supposed to wear heels and a long white dress.

I was supposed to look up and see my parents and my sister;

I was supposed to throw my cap up in the air.

I was supposed to have the best year of my life.

I was supposed to take in my last moments as a high school student.

I was supposed to look back on all my memories.

I was supposed to welcome adulthood with open arms.

I know people have it worse,

But we are still losing a considerable amount.

The best parts of our year hadn’t even started.

It wasn’t supposed to be like this.