The Radish

Day in the Life of a Second Semester Senior

Naina Mukherjee03/15/2025

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6:35 am

Wake up and feel the fear of God sink into my bones. Another day, not another victory for the OG. Why? Because I have to go to English class.

6:50 am

Wash my face in glacier water because senioritis makes it too hard to use both taps.

7:00 am

Eat banana bread. Now this may be the highlight of the day. The way it collects on the roof of my mouth in a mushy mass is just…delectable.

7:25 am

The literal Oregon trail. I feel like I’m going to die of dysentery every day on my walk to the G train.

7:35 am

On the train. Should I do every single New York Times game right now? Yes. Frick that Duolingo streak.

8:05 am

Arrive disgustingly on time to my first class instead of dilly-dallying and then telling the teacher my train entered another dimension on the way to school and that’s why I’m late.

8:20 am

Relearn how to read an analog clock to see how much longer I have to scribble incoherencies on my notebook from 9th grade.

8:41 am

Admire the weirdly amazing picture of an airplane I drew in the margins and contemplate becoming an art major.

8:43 am

Never mind, I choose life.

9:32 am

Second period done. I think I’m about ready to leave now considering I learned everything there is to know about physics.

Work and energy, amirite?

11:03 am

This life is a prison—only the bars are double-sided, legal-sized sheets of paper with math on them.

And by math, I don’t mean the fun “1+1” stuff. . I mean the scary, unfriendly numbers—the math with letters. The "the right answer is a decimal" stuff.

11:20 am

Asked my economics teacher why we can’t just print more money and three people ended up dead.

12:00 pm

Lunchtime!

12:37 pm

Show my stolen lock to the bouncer in front of the locker room and get absolutely dripped out in my gym uniform.

1:18 pm

Walking out of gym feeling like the LeBron of badminton.

1:30 pm

Marinate in my major classroom while I inhale the concrete dust that coats every surface in the civil room. It fills my lungs and cures my senioritis.

1:50 pm

Look out the window longingly.

2:10 pm

By this time of the day I have lived five full lifetimes. I can’t even remember what my first-period teacher looks like anymore.

2:50 pm

Crawl to my last class.

3:20 pm

Calculate how many minutes are left and draw little fun shapes on AutoCAD because I am supposedly the future of engineering.

3:34 pm

Finally free from the education demons! I leave school knowing my notes are chicken scratch, my brain is shrinking and I have a lung disease from dust inhalation.

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