It's so weird to think that I will be gone next year--gone, gone. Not "Oh, I can go home next week to grab that dress" gone. I will be 3,000 miles away, and I can't turn back.
My years at my high school were amazing--I've discovered who I am, learned A LOT of information, and made some awesome friends. But it hasn't been all rainbows and roses. I did experience some of the stereotypical high school drama, namely switching groups midway through sophomore year. My old group fell apart, and who I was "supposed" to be friends next were not the kind of people that I wanted to be around. However, after that hurdle, I am now friends with the most intelligent, conscientious, and driven people to ever grace my high school.
Making sorority packets. Practicing piano. Sending my AP scores. Doing orientation homework. Buying bedding (the kind that I ordered in my previous post, I returned). Cleaning out my room. Buying dorm supplies. I have a lot to do, and in the bustle, I don't really have time to think about what I will miss. I am not sentimental--I do not cry often, typically 2-4 times per year: once if I am hurt, twice if I am sad or angry at myself, once if I am happy. I haven't cried about leaving school yet, but I expect that to come either at the Awards Ceremony next Friday when I see my friends lined up for the top 10, Baccalaureate, or the Graduation Ceremony.
Regardless, this is the beginning of a new stage of my life.
I think I'm ready, but only time will tell.
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