This past week has been insanely busy with the responsibilities the staff put on the senior's backs. We ensured the eighth graders felt safe and welcome into their new school; we tried, but a few still had mental breakdowns.
With how the first week of my senior year went, I can only imagine what the rest of the year will be like. I'm the swim team captain, so the responsibilities of being the captain and being in my final year of high school go hand in hand. I try to make everyone happy, but I can only see a few disappointed and upset people.
Annabeth had been keeping busy with the homework she had received already, plus the blueprints of Olympis that the gods had tasked with her. She's always been good at multitasking, but even I can tell she'll be worn out by the end of the semester.
A prophecy is calling upon my only worry about this year and not being able to experience this year the way I wanted to. At this point, every summer, I have had the pleasure of going on a quest that saves the world from mass destruction. There was a war here in New York, and no one knew it was us, and they just thought it was strange weather.
As someone who has worked so hard to get to where I am now, I don't want to risk it with the possibility of not coming back until the end of the year and my classmates not understanding how I still passed. It happens every year, and I find it annoying. I want a year off, and that's all I want.
Swim tryouts were two days ago, and let me tell you, this boy who joined is almost as good as me, which could only mean one thing, my dad had another faulty condom. With how the gods are now, I'm hoping that if my suspicion is authentic, my uncles won't freak out as much as they did when they found out about me. But to be fair, Zeus and Hades had secret children, not only my dad.
I'll let you know what happens with all of this.
Peace out,
Percy.
