Glad To Be Home
Just went upstate for my senior trip
It felt so good like a drug your not supposed to do
All your friends and enemies trapped in the same place
It's bound to go down like young Joc always says
The first day was cool we left from our school
Took a 3 hour bus ride bonding
Keeping our tempers down
Laughing at plenty of wack jokes
Cause we was tryna form a family
outta the whole senior class
Mix up groups that never work
Add some sluts with the virgins
and smuts with the populars
The whole bus ride I had a bad feeling inside
Like something was gonna go wrong
But I tried to ignore it
We arrived and felt a high like no other
A big hotel with Chandielers hanging from the ceiling
Now if this isn't first class than I don't know what is
We got waited on hand and foot
The first day was simply about being together
We had pillow fights and stayed up all night
The next day it was Saturday
The high was reaching it peak
You know what happens next
The good feeling never lasts
cause the sluts have to be sluts
and the smuts have to be smuts
So what that leaves is a room full
of virgins and Populars discussing
The bonding has officially ended
Highschool upstate really isn't much different
Except it makes me miss home even more
This was my senior trip experience
Copyright © Shahana Jackson | Year Posted 2007
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