A Day Unlike Any Other

The day starts like any other day. My fourth alarm of the morning finally forces me out of bed at 6:45 a.m. After dragging myself to the bathroom and splashing some water on my face, I tie my hair up into a messy bun and grab whatever (hopefully clean) clothes I see first. I remember when I used to care how I looked every single day, but it’s my senior year. I’m just trying to vibe on through.