8. And I couldn't believe it. When the porch light came on, so did the one over my head. The band, my band, was TP-ing my house. While this may not sound like something that should bring any joy, it does. Because it's tradition. So my lawn is covered in toilet paper and there's a giant sign with my name on it and it's the middle of the night. But I want to cry because I can't believe it's not- that I'm a Senior. I can't believe I'm inside while they're out there instead of the other way around. I'll never TP a Senior house because by next year I'll be Alumni.
Tonight was tougher than I thought it was going to be. But it was something I've been waiting for.
Ready, set, go.
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