As a high-school senior, with an undeniable record of figuring things out a little too late, I realize that this is my last year. My last year to freak out about high-school. My last year to be able to come home and curl up with a book, ignoring the outside world.
My last year.
It’s sad because everything you do as a senior–every dance, every club meeting, every outing with friends–you think about things as your last. I know that life isn’t going to end, but this life is. High school is almost done with.
How did four years go by so fast? You look back and see every day that you just needed to get through, and some how it went by so fast! Soon we’ll be free, and yet scared to death, we’ll finally get what we wanted: a chance to prove ourselves.
You know what I’m talking about. If you are in high school, you know what it’s like to want to be one year older, or to be able to go out and party without our parents worrying about us. I’m not much of a partier, but still, freedom will be sweet.
And now I think about all of the things I freaked out about in high school, and I laugh at myself. Pictures! Ohmigod will I look okay for the yearbook? Or getting into college. Seriously, if you want it that bad, you’ll get in. It just takes some dedication.
Oh and ACTs. Wow. I had a breakdown any time that test was mentioned. Now I realize that most colleges don’t even care about the score as long as your GPA is up to par. Stressing about those things were such a waste of time, but I’m sure most people did.
So it’s almost March. And it’s my last March.
Or my first.
My first March before college.
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