after buying a holiday gift at the mall, the cashier asked me for my email. because it is the shortest email to give out, i give out my school email. once i said “.uncc.edu” the cashier asked if i went there. i told her i did and that i just graduated. i asked if she went there, and she responded that she’s a senior in highschool. that made me feel so old. the cashier went on to tell me how she doesn’t know what she’s doing after high school because her gpa is 2.3. i told her that’s good enough to get in to uncc to encourage her, but in reality i don’t know shit about the academic acceptance standards. but man considering it is december, school started probably in august/september, so she’s just getting started in 12th grade. i just checked my facebook memories a few nights ago, and there was a status i made my senior year of high school about going to a show in downtown raleigh with a shorty i was feeling waaaaaaaaaaaaaay back then. i went home after work, took a shower, got dressed and went to her place. we went to taco bell, then downtown. her friend drove us because she was meeting a drummer in the shower. i wore my gatorade beanie, and she fell asleep on my shoulder by the end of the show. good times.
what a life it was when i was 17 in apex.
-ratha, 5:11pm, 12.17.20