Is it over already?
So for those of you who either know me well or follow this blog (that's pretty much the same handful of people), you know this school year has been a long one for me. It has had its tremendous ups and disappointing downs. But the weird this is... it's almost over.
When I was a freshman, summer was the coolest thing ever. I had a whole year of high school under my belt. I felt like I was growing up, and that was a good thing. I wasn't a little kid anymore. After my sophomore year, I felt more mature than the year before. I realized I was an upperclassman in school and in VI, and came to grips with the responsibilities of having a job, a car, etc.
But here after junior year, there's something somber about ending the school year. I turned in my English AP on Wednesday and thought... well, there goes everything I've been working so hard for non-stop for eight months now. I expected some huge sigh of relief from within, but I got more of a whimper.
Some of my closest friends in the world are seniors. In three months or so, they'll all be going off to college. It wasn't so strange when the people taking off for college were older students who I wasn't super-duper close to... but the class of '07 is practically family to me. It's weird.
I'm going to be a senior.
This Monday, in English, we have a rough draft of our college essays due. College essays. I'm taking the SAT in three weeks. I'm supposed to submit my PSAT scores from last fall to certain schools in the next week. I might be getting some awards at the ceremony early next week.
I'm old. And for the next 6 months, my life will revolve around one thing: getting into college. And before you know it, I'll be there. The worst part is, I don't know where there is.
What a crumby way to start summer.
Live big, stay classy.
When I was a freshman, summer was the coolest thing ever. I had a whole year of high school under my belt. I felt like I was growing up, and that was a good thing. I wasn't a little kid anymore. After my sophomore year, I felt more mature than the year before. I realized I was an upperclassman in school and in VI, and came to grips with the responsibilities of having a job, a car, etc.
But here after junior year, there's something somber about ending the school year. I turned in my English AP on Wednesday and thought... well, there goes everything I've been working so hard for non-stop for eight months now. I expected some huge sigh of relief from within, but I got more of a whimper.
Some of my closest friends in the world are seniors. In three months or so, they'll all be going off to college. It wasn't so strange when the people taking off for college were older students who I wasn't super-duper close to... but the class of '07 is practically family to me. It's weird.
I'm going to be a senior.
This Monday, in English, we have a rough draft of our college essays due. College essays. I'm taking the SAT in three weeks. I'm supposed to submit my PSAT scores from last fall to certain schools in the next week. I might be getting some awards at the ceremony early next week.
I'm old. And for the next 6 months, my life will revolve around one thing: getting into college. And before you know it, I'll be there. The worst part is, I don't know where there is.
What a crumby way to start summer.
Live big, stay classy.
2 Comments:
Hey man, I feel ya! The SAT's are a breeze though, they're just long and dumb. I got like a 2 million. easy.
I actually read this and I completely agree.
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