Seven months from now I will walk across the stage at Carmichael Arena to graduate high school. I will hear my name get called, take my diploma and take a picture with the principal in celebration of my 12 years of schooling, only to go further my education for another four years. In seven months, I will have picked out a new place to call home.
Let's be honest, I have been anticipating this day for as long as I can remember. But, now that this day is quickly approaching, I am forced to step outside of my comfort zone. You could say I am a complex thinker, I don't know. I've always thought really deeply into things which have caused me to overthink and to worry.
I worry that I won't be able to handle the stress that comes along with the college experience.
I am also excited. I am excited to meet new people, try new things, and expand my horizons.
As my first semester of my senior year is coming to a close and college applications are being sent out, I ponder about the idea of life. I look around and see everyone's lives changing. The kids that I have gone to school with since kindergarten are getting accepted into colleges that are states away. Some are going right out of high school and getting jobs and having to make it in the world. It feels like just yesterday my brother and I were playing basketball in our backyard, and now he has graduated from college, met a girl that he loves, and is about to move out into an apartment. Both of my sisters are already married and have kids.
In seven months my world is going to change and I don't know how prepared I am for that.
Senior year has been bittersweet. I have met some of the best people I know during my 12 years of school and I am beyond excited to see the things they will do in the future. I'm not sure what I'll do when I grow up, where I'll be, or who I'll be with-- but isn't that the beauty of it? You never know what the future holds. Life just kind of gets thrown at you and you have to figure it out on your own. Life as we've known it is changing.
Despite my severe case of senioritis and my lack of motivation to wake up at seven am, I have almost made it.
So here is to the next seven months and the rest of our lives.
