AIR RAID!

I'm sitting outside at the EMU Amphitheatre enjoying the fruits of being a senior. It's Senior Send Off and I get such great freebies as a rootbeer float in a collector pint glass and a plastic cup of popcorn. I'm surrounded by my fellow seniors, all of us better than those underclassmen who pass us and look in with envy. I'm one with others ---- so why do I still feel like a complete space alien? People still look at me like they're not sure if I'm a student or a parent. I mean, feck, I'm in line, aren't I? I'M ONE OF YOU.

If you give us finals, do we not cry?
If you make us drink a beer bong, do we not belch?

So wipe that face off your heads, bitches, and HIT THE DIRT!