I plan to start my Senior Spring by taking a Spring Vacation trip abroad. This way, I can be just out of the Deans’ reach while engaging in rambunctious activities. I would rather end up in some foreign jail than Rebecca M. Sykes Wellness Center, anyway. When I return to school, I plan on mobbing the lawn. I worry about the new black PAPS cars, they could stealthily sneak up on me when I least expect it. It is, however, worth the immense amounts of social capital and popularity I gain from spending my time sitting on the Globe. Although I really want to walk at graduation, I won’t let empty threats from house counselors and “health professionals” deter me from having fun. After all, I have a 256-day streak of Blue Book rule breaking; I cruise in the Cochran Bird Sanctuary each night to howl at the moon. It’s kind of like Wordle but way cooler. I’m also trying to think of potential Senior pranks; however, I don’t know where I’m going to find a dead raccoon to leave in the Paresky Commons soda dispensers. The best thing about spring is that I don’t have to worry about college anymore. I’ve decided on a different path, traveling to Cuba and searching for Tupac (and RBG, I’m positive she is there, too). To leave a mark on campus, I want to start as much drama as possible. Maybe hook up with an ex, vandalize, or ask an All-School Meeting speaker an offensive question. Whatever this term holds, I’m proud of how I’ve grown at Andover, which isn’t much, but at least I’ve learned to cope with a crippling gambling addiction and depression. I advise the class of ’25 to start thinking about next year. After all, you only get one Senior Spring, so start thinking of the best way to spend your GAPs!
