Senior out is officially coming to an end, as is my motivation to stay in the game. Although, for those successful seniors, the excitement is still on and going strong on this last full day. As students sprint past me during passing periods, carrying their freshly claimed cards, I get a feeling of self-pity, knowing that my laziness got the best of me.

The moment I opened my card, I knew the game would be difficult for me. I was unamused to see the name of my best friend written on my card. Before the game had begun, we talked about how excited we were and how much fun it was going to be. We even took oaths to always look out for one another, never letting anyone tag the other. I took my time the first days, preparing myself for the guilt that would come over me after I dismissed my best friend from the week we both looked forward to.

After hiding it from him the entire time I finally took action this week and tagged him. Since I was expecting a reaction of betrayal, I was relieved yet disappointed when all he said was, “You could have just tagged me earlier”. I regretted waiting so long, but I knew all I could do now was tag my next victim and get as many cards as I could.

I looked for my person, but could never find the opportunity to tag her since she is accompanied by a pair of noble friends at all times. I made my first attempt yesterday, patiently waiting by her car until she finally appeared with her friends of course, right by her side. At that very moment, I decided my part in the game had come to a shameful end.

The first few days were full of excitement, but I am somewhat relieved knowing I don’t have to beg people to walk me to my classes, or rush to the parking lot for the chance to tag my person. Although I didn’t come out successful, I am happy with the one card I got, and I have to admit, it was entertaining watching my fellow seniors walking around always looking over their shoulder and always scanning the campus for the person whose name was written on their card.