Enough with the judging! Who died and made you Oprah?!

Take a stroll through the monochromatic halls of Egg-Zavier on any given day and you will see students trapped inside prison cell classrooms being lectured the importance of recycling and how it influences the economy, and if you don’t recycle Jesus will hate you, babies will die and you will spend the rest of your unimportant life plummeting through the seven fiery rings of hell like a pebble through a spider web. As if the lessons weren’t depressing enough, sometime you have fellow class mates that are just regular Debbie-downers. Judgmental juniors, Snippety sophomores and Fractious freshmen, I’m talking to you. You’re not all terrible, but you’re not all gems either! Listen up, because I’ve got some directions you’d like to start following!

As any current Egg-Zavier student may know, often times the classes you take are mixed with freshmen and sophomores, sophomores and juniors and so on. For anyone with underclassmen in their class, it has a way of making you feel like a great big underachiever. Walking into your senior Trigonometry class on the first day of school, and finding a junior sitting two seats behind you makes you wonder, “Why is he here? Why didn’t I take trig my junior year? Could I even take trig my junior year?” Starting off your day being one of the two seniors in your Spanish IV class can make you feel like you should have dropped out of Spanish when you had the chance, and ending your day in AP biology as the only senior takes away all the hope and joy in your life!
You should know I only have three classes with only seniors in them: Economics, Christian Lifestyles and AP English. So while I suffer through the next five classes of my day, I only ask one thing. Underclassmen, please don’t judge me. I may trip and fall down the stairs, get trampled by freshmen that run to lunch, forget the combination to my locker, walk through the hallways by myself, and get locked outside in the rain during lunch, but don’t forget: this is my fourth and final year at Egg-Zavier high school and I have learned to except and accept every embarrassing moment. Hopefully (and sooner rather than later) you will learn to accept them too. So when I trip, don’t laugh; when I forget, don’t stare; and when you run to lunch, please don’t trample me.  As my good friend Tupoc would say: Only God will judge me. So unless you’re a deity, enough with the judging!