i'm not super

i won't be a 'super senior'. which at SUNY (state university of new york in case you actually thought i only sat on my ass and ate raisinettes all day) is a senior who missed graduation by 1-3 classes. without their knowledge. the school is infamous for it. and i dodged the bullet. i was missing 3 credits, but somehow flew under the radar. which is awesome. because i get to leave god-forsaken north country. no more being blown over by the gusting wind. no more chapped cheeks (are you looking at me bum?) from the bitter cold. no more doubled socks (which was totally cool in the late 80s). no more clutching onto a hot to-go cup for dear warmth.

i can't wait to pack my bikini and say sianara to the snow.