Senior year — we see it in so many of our movies. Sometimes it is filled with parties, prom and … other things, things like in “American Pie.” Sometimes it has to do more with stakes in the heart, like in “Buffy, the Vampire Slayer.” When it comes down to it, mine was not like either of these movies. Because I had the senior year that thousands of seniors across the country have had, not the ones had by twenty-somethings in some Hollywood production.

If my senior year were going to be a movie, the little catchphrase on the movie poster featuring all my friends would be “It’s Good Enough.”

That English essay that’s due on Monday? It’s good enough. What about that Government project? That’s good enough, too. “It’s good enough” should be the official motto for most seniors across the country just trying to make it through their final year of high school. My senior year has been full of sleepless nights and barely-there mornings.

Maybe my senior year has not exactly been the year that memories are made of, but it has been good enough for me. I finally received my license during my senior year and no longer had to be at the mercy of my friends and family.

Through the dazed and confused mornings of school, I managed to keep my grades up and have not turned into a total clueless slob. A part of me has already left high school as I try to spend as little of my time there as possible. I have skipped all the assemblies and most sporting events. What does matter is that I remain close with friends that I want to keep in touch with after high school.

A few unexpected plot twists did crop up during my senior year. I was laid off, then rehired, and then promoted at work. Those dinky, yet irresistible high school romances did manage to spring up on me, and I’ve enjoyed every minute of it.

So some seniors may be sad and mopey that the year is coming to an end, but I won’t be one of them. I may be a little dejected that I won’t see my friends as often, but with the Internet and e-mail, it shouldn’t be as hard to keep in touch.

Cut, that’s a wrap, and so is high school.

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