Everybody always tells you on your first day of Senior Year, that you should "Make sure you enjoy it because you are going to miss it." And that's when that cliche Trace Adkins' song, "You're Gonna Miss This," pops into your head. Yeah, I, of course, miss seeing my small circle of friends every day, that bond you make with your clubs/sports teams/organizations, and not really having to worry about much. But when graduation was crawling nearer each day, that feeling that everyone else had creeping up on them, which I guess would be described as a mix between nostalgia and extreme nervousness about what our lives were soon about to become, I just didn't feel it.
Every Senior of their respected years has most likely said, "It's finally hitting me," and I'm also guessing that "it" meant that in less than a year, we wouldn't be high school students anymore. We wouldn't be going to school with (almost) everyone we had been with since Kindergarten. But I never got that feeling. If anything, I was more than ready to get on with my life. That's something every angsty teenager has probably said, as well.
Now, don't get me wrong, high school was great for the most part. I loved coming home to no homework, not having to buy a huge amount of books for an even larger price, and I definitely loved playing sports in high school. But there was a time, where a switch flipped in my head where I felt like I was not going to miss it. While there were people crying at graduation in seats in front of me and on both sides of me, I felt out of place. I was ready for this moment, not sad about it. Not that they were sad, I know they felt proud of themselves, and I felt the same for myself, and them. But I knew that some of my classmates weren't prepared for this big change that was upon us. I was ready to start my life an hour and a half away from my normal routine of a life. I was ready to start over. And this time, I was ready to be myself, not someone that I thought I had to be.
So, four months later, here I am. I was once known as quite the introvert. Someone who was quiet around people. This time last year, you wouldn't catch me away from my house or a softball diamond. But, college has already changed who I am. For the better, I might add. My happiness that I thought I was getting from being accepted from my little hometown school was nothing but false feelings. It's only been three weeks since I moved into my cozy little dorm, but after seeing how much has already changed in three little weeks, I can't imagine what the rest of my year will bring.
