::my senior year::

I wrote a post today (later deleted) about how senior year is not anything like I had imagined, which is 100% true so far, but I kept going on and on about stuff like the dress code, rules rules rules, parking, and budging in the lunch line. I was so fired up about all of those new things. I was mad because we had to hold our ground in the mash pit when we were in the front of the lunch line as underclassmen and we can't budge as seniors this year. I was mad because we have to walk from the junior lot if we don't get up and going to school before the sun rises to get a good parking spot in the 'senior lot'. I was mad because we don't have the enjoyment of running around 'vetoing' underclassmen in the halls and run off giggling as we scream "seniors rule!" I was mad because even though I do understand the dress code (cause let's just face it, I reallllly don't want to see anyone's donk hanging out thank you very much) but what I don't get is that it seems like you can't wear any shorts to school without them being questioned. I had every teacher ask me to do the 'test' to see if my shorts were long enough today, and they were, but it just bothered me so much I just went home and put on some jeans. I was mad because I feel like there are people that wear some weird clothes that really distract me, but they don't get in trouble for it. And the main reason I was mad was because it seems like our high school is now a daycare, and it was really bothering me. As I read that post over, I realized how completely immature I was acting.
So what if we can't budge in the lunch line like previous seniors did? There are children all around the world that don't get a thing to eat all day, possibly for days. If they do get something to eat it's something as small as a little cup of soup.
So what if we have to walk a couple more minutes from the parking lot that is farther away. There are children all around the world that walk miles upon miles to school each day, not because they have to, but because they want an education.
So what if we have to wear clothes to school and be modest? There are children all around the world that don't even have clothes. Some have one set of clothes, and a uniform for school. THAT'S IT.
So I guess what I'm trying to say is even though senior year, it's safe to say, isn't exactly what we thought it would be like, what are the things that we're complaining about? What is so important about the things that were 'so bad' that I was so upset about. It's kind of stupidity if you ask me, and I'll be the first one to admit that I was being really immature about it, but it got me thinking back to Africa and those cute thin faces that looked up at me everyday. I absolutely miss it with all of my heart, and I need to keep reminding myself of their faces when I start complaining about stuff that is SO small. I have to remember that I have a family that cares for me, let along alive, I have food in front of me for every meal of the day, I have a huge house, I have friends that are always there for me, a job....the list could go on and on. So from here on out, I'm going to try to make this year, this last year of high school, one to remember.