On May 31, 2015, I was blessed enough to finally be done with high school, which, in my opinion, was one of the worst times of my life.

Up to that point, I'd completed my final high school show and had my theatre senior night, attended and was honored at senior awards night, attended my boyfriend and best friends' swimming senior night, participated in senior dress up days, and even had my open house.

It all went by so fast and was mostly great. Mostly is the key word there, friends. Having anxiety and not even being aware of it made that time of my life extremely stressful sometimes, but I got through it and was glad for it.

On August 23rd, 1999, I was gifted - or cursed, depending on the day - with a little sister. We shared a bedroom for 14 years and fought often for 16 years, but we still supported each other and lived by universal sibling code: "If anyone's gonna make you cry, it's gonna be me." Now, at 18 and 21, I wouldn't say we're friends, but rather close acquaintances who know far too much about each other. I make sure I show up for her big moments and she occasionally comes to mine.

Now, as we near the end of the school year, I find myself asking my mom over and over when graduation is because I'm done with all this.

Let me explain. I love my sister - most days - she's intelligent, talented, beautiful, blah, blah, compliments, but she's far too much for me.

I believe the chaos started the beginning of the month. My sister is enough to have made it into the top ten percent of her class and every year our school honors those students with a banquet followed by a ceremony where each student gives a speech thanking one staff member in our school system.

This all seems fine and dandy until there are thirty-eight kids that have to make speeches after dinner. My sister and parents weren't even there for half of it! My sister had a game 45 minutes away and didn't show up until the person before her went up to speak. I spent the majority of the 3 hours with my grandparents, which was interesting.

Then, earlier this month, there was prom which is always an ordeal. I came home early enough to do my sister's makeup and then off to pictures where I'm my dad's right-hand lady. I was tasked with holding the camera bag and keeping an eye out for Kelsey because he couldn't really tell which one of the many girls she was.

Then, softball senior night. Luckily, my best friend came with me so I had an excuse to leave when she was taken off the field and we were losing. Just the other day, it was Sectional Championship. Luckily they won, but she got elbowed by a girl on the opposing team and my mom was (is still) very heated about it.

Tuesday is Regionals and Friday is the last day of school and her open house and I just can't wait until her graduation on Sunday because being a good sister is freaking exhausting.