My senior year has been less than extraordinary. The same school, the same people, the same teachers. Why does it seem so amazing to everyone else that has described it to me? It's still school. Sure, I'm the oldest now. I can stand closer to the field, do whatever I want to do to underclassman, stand by the senior window. But everything else is the exact same. I am just so ready to move on and out of my parent's house. I can't wait to go to college and meet new people, new teachers, new experiences. If I have to walk up the Columbine stairs for one more year and go to the same classes with the same people, AI might just go insane. I want change and the last place for change is in the town of Littleton, Colorado, with median-income house and median-income personalities.