Senior Out: Day Three

By Megan Levan, Staff Writer

With only a few minutes remaining in homeroom, a huddled group of seniors made their way across school to pounce on their newest victim in the ongoing Senior Out game. Upon arriving at the soon-to-be-victim’s homeroom, one girl sneakily peeked through the open door to scope out the scene. A moment later she gave the signal—he was alone and cornered between a window and a desk.

I cautiously stepped in the room while many seniors frantically scrambled to latch onto each other. The senior being pursued continued going about his business, though, unaware that he was alone.

The feeling of paranoia was suffocating. I hesitated near the door, afraid I had already blown my cover. I didn’t want to tip anyone off and give the victim’s friends a chance to run to his aid.

It’s now or never.

I dashed forward, tapping the “tagee” squarely on the shoulder. His classmates watched, astonished, relieved that it wasn’t them. “Ah man, that was so good!” resounded through the room.

The adrenaline was surging through my veins. I later found out that I didn’t even hear my friends screaming “GOOOOOOOOO!” at the top of their lungs during my long hesitation in the doorway before I struck.

I feel so accomplished. But I’m only getting started.

Ten hours of play left.

Watch out. I’ll be coming when you least expect it.