For the longest time, I thought high school would keep going and going and going, but shockingly, it’s going to end. June 2nd, to be exact. There are only a mere 68 days until I’ll walk across a stage, pray I don’t trip, and close the book. The end. It doesn’t seem all that simple though. I’ve known some of the people in my graduating class since I was a second grader, and I’ll never hear from most of them again, come June. The thought of not seeing these strangers, because that’s what they are for the most part, is hard to fathom. I won’t have a safety net that been there for years. These people have watched me become who I am, which is crazy.
This subject is hardly original, I realize, but with only 68 days left, I’m finally starting to understand.
I came across this thought catalog article today, and all of the items on the list applied to me in some sort of fashion. Weird. The one that I found the most important was number 11:
You’ll never feel more like yourself.
If this is what being me is supposed to feel like, I like it. I am a steadfastly feminine feminist and independent. Maybe I could focus on Organic Chemistry a little more, but I like being the funny girl, the sassy one. I could be less afraid, be bolder, but that should come with time, I hope. I can vow to blog more, but I might not. There’s just so much to do and want and see and be, and I want all of it. I can write this messy, disorganized post, but know that it won’t always be like this. I can also know that sometimes it will.
I’m excited for the upcoming ends and beginnings and the middles. I love the middles. But now, it’s the start and the finish.
I was scared of dentists and the dark. 