Countdown: 9 hours, 26 minutes.
Tuesday, August 11, 2009. 10:41 PM.
It’s the night before the first official day of my senior year of highschool. Class of ‘10. It’s ridiculously dramatic and cliche, but this feels unreal. It really feels like just yesterday, I was in 6th grade, meeting my best friend for the first time. Like just yesterday, I was in 8th grade, sitting in Mr. Summers’ math class. Like just yesterday, I was in 9th grade, doing play practice with BA every other day. Time flies. This is my last year of this. I keep hearing mixed opinions on highschool. Some say these 4 are the best. Others say that they don’t matter. I think they matter. I think they’re going to help define the course that the rest of my life will follow. These are friends I know I’ll keep, these are friends I know I’ll never talk to again the second I’m off of that stage at the very end. These are lessons I’ll use when I’m old, trying to make it as well as I can. These are lessons I’ll forget time and time again. Right now, this is my life, and I’m really taking it one day at a time. Some days are better than others; that’s just how life seems to work. I’ll keep you posted as time goes on. Until then, goodnight.
