Shephard 36 Confessions of a High School Socialite August 24, 2010
Well, this is it… the end of summer vacation and the beginning of my senior year at North High School. I’m completely freaking out. I have so much to worry about this year. First quarter is, like, my last chance to get my GPA up before sending out college applications. Ball State University’s average GPA is 3.2… I have a 3.0. So that means going into things, I’m already .2 below where I should be. I really regret slacking off my junior year now. It’s causing me so much stress! Cheerleading has started up, and being one of the seniors was so worth the wait. I’m captain, so everyone listens to me and does what I say. I get to make the final decisions on absolutely everything—from the color and designs of our bows, to the choreography and formation in our hello cheer, to who is hosting each team dinner. SO fun! As much as I don’t want to, starting a new school year means giving up the summer. Which means giving up Mason. It’s really about time for me to get over him. I really don’t understand how I could possibly still be so into him…he completely used me! God, why do I always go for the douche bags? I guess I was just so blinded by the fact that he was Mason Flannigan—South High School’s sexy star soccer player. He was so good looking, a senior, and had the most amazing car (black Mustang GT). I was so unbelievably surprised that he was into me. ME! Of all people! He could have any girl he wanted, but he was taking me out on the weekends and bringing me with him to each Reds game he had tickets to. I was so stunned that I saw right through him. And here I