Hollow Day

In T.S. Eliot's The Hollow Men, the poem ends with "This is the way the world ends / This is the way the world ends / This is the way the world ends / Not with a bang but a whimper" where the men waste away with a disjointed and confused "whimper" kind of like the way some of our grad class went out.  The school year has been amazing, until we reach the final two days, in which none of our classes were very productive and we mostly played games and sat around talking.  The last day was especially bad, as pictured above, when four of us just sat on the couches in the library talking.  I expected the last day to be the best day ever and to be extremely fun, but, instead, it was probably one of my worst days of high school.  We all expected our yearbooks to come in so we could sign them on the last day like we usually do, but they never arrived, which dampened our moods.  I always pictured us running out the doors when the final bell rung like they do in movies, but that never happened either as I went home at the end of lunch to study for my bio exam during my spare and then go to work after school.  In the end, high school ended, not with a bang, but a whimper.