All my grades have been sent to colleges, all my applications are in. All my standardized testing is completed, no more SATs or ACTs. I would absolutely love nothing more than to become infected with “senioritis,” but I can’t just yet.

Along with Joe Paladino, I have the responsibility of being the co-editor of this year’s yearbook. While it may seem cool to be able to boss everybody around and yell at kids who aren’t working hard enough (and believe me, it is), there are many things that people don’t think about when it comes to being an editor. First, half of the entire yearbook is my responsibility. I have to delegate tasks to kids in the Journalism class and trust that they will put their best foot forward when doing so. Unfortunately, with seniors, this isn’t always the case. Next, I have to correct everybody’s mistakes. With my OCD (obsessive compulsive disorder), I hate finding grammar and vocabulary mistakes. I’m that guy that will point out when someone uses the wrong form of ‘your’ or ‘too’ in a text message. You can’t even begin to fathom the amount of grammar and vocabulary mistakes that Joe and I find on some of these pages.

Finally, meeting deadlines is crucial. Mrs. Gribbin must remind Joe and me fifty times a day that we need to meet our deadlines. If we don’t meet them, this means that the yearbooks may not come in time for graduation. I don’t know about you, but I don’t think any of the seniors will be willing to come back after graduation to pick up their yearbooks. In the end, I may have made enemies with every single student in the Journalism class, but it’s totally worth it. They’ll get over it.

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