I've never been the type of person who likes to admit an ending is near. I hate endings. I have four computers with unfinished stories because I hate endings that much. I always like to think something more could happen. This time, this ending, I don't get a say in.
I had my last day of high school yesterday.
I hated a lot of things about high school. I'm not a great test taker. I'm an A student but that's not achieved without lots of stress and lots of coffee. I hate typing up tedious homework that my teacher isn't even going to look at but I still put everything I have into it. I hate dealing with the administration.
But I'm going to miss my classmates. I'm not close to all of them but I know them. They feel like my comfort zone with college looming around the bend. I'm going to miss people walking down the hall with a plate of cake or brownies or cookies. I'm going to miss the sharing of food. I'm going to miss hearing them say "It's New Testament, what do you expect?" and the New Testament quality of living (duct tape is revered there).
I'm excited and a little nervous about going to Franklin Pierce in the fall but more excited than anything. I'm thrilled about being able to take classes I have interests in and to meet a world of new people.
It's been four years that have gone by slow but filled with memories and people I'll never forget. Now I'm ready to make four more new years.
