To be honest, this is not what I imagined my senior year would look like. In middle school my friends and I would sit in the stairwell during lunch and craft elaborate daydreams of what we’d do when we were finally ‘older’, that mystical far-away time of indistinguishable happiness that we couldn’t pinpoint but were certain existed. We’d drive to get coffee in the morning and … [Read more...] about The Last Hurrah Becomes The Little Hurrah