Blue Pride In The Pouring Rain

1. As I dragged myself from bed on the first of many pre-dawn mornings, I could hear my parents, both the epitome of nervous wrecks, arguing over the proper way to remove window paint from my little gold car in the pouring rain.

So begins senior year.

Suddenly it's day one - again- and suddenly the last of its kind. I am a senior girl in a senior girl's t-shirt, adorned in a tiara. I realize as the pictures are snapped and the freshmen filter into the building that this will be my last run.

Follow my year of snapshots- watch my final run.

Ready, set, go.