Throughout much of the last two years, I spent my doleful days making complaints about everything that bothered me, starting from painfully long lunch lines to the misleading nature of oatmeal raisin cookies. Now, as a final denouement of my endless rants against the world, I would like to explore one realm that I never dared to write about when I was an underclassman: seniors.
It has of officially been a few days since graduation. Each of the current juniors has been eagerly filling the vacancies of the seniors, such as lunch tables, bus seats, and the senior lounge area. Already, some of my peers are demanding their distinct “senior privileges” that they looked up to since the dawn of ages, some starting from as early as when they were in first grade.
For instance, when a freshman approaches the third floor couch area, all the seniors would give a subtle glare to expedite the moving feet of the underclassman. The freshman, if they have enough tact, would move across the area as if he or she were running away from a herd of hungry zombies. Yes, indeed, seniors are like a herd of hungry zombies, desperately waiting for more authority and privileges.
While some senior privileges are definitely understandable, like having exclusive access to the senior lounge, all other supposed “privileges” are simply out-of-touch, discriminatory, and completely absurd. Specifically, the unspoken rule of underclassmen not being able to access the third floor couch area seems unfair, especially because that area is not specially designated to seniors. It isn’t your couch; it is the school’s couch.
Such conflict doesn’t end between the lines of underclassmen and seniors, but also extends further on between peers. In regards to the same issue of the sofas on the third floor, as soon as the seniors left, there was an internal battle for dominance over the couches between the different “cliques” within the rising seniors.
Perhaps if seniors will be fighting over small issues such as “who gets to sit on the comfier seat,” we should be removing all such senior rights. We want a school environment embedded with friendliness and intercommunal unity, not some Confucian society where we have to be bending down to the requests of the upperclassmen. As a senior, that seems like a radical decision to be pushing, but I trust myself: it will truly be for the greater good.