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Today I was planning out what I'm going to do this week for finals...working out when to go to the library and research my English paper, etc. I was sitting at my desk and the sun was streaming through my window. I looked up at my bulletin board, where I have these random pictures from high school: a bunch of people after gym class, Katy fake stabbing Sarah at Paige's birthday in 9th grade, some of us at the John Mayer/Maroon 5 concert. And it really hit me: this is it.
I can't believe high school is ending; it does not seem possible. And I never have the right timing on these kinds of things...I guarantee you I won't cry at graduation, but it'll hit me on some lazy day in July and the finality of everything will settle. This doesn't seem real, though. Right now I'm listening to Jason Mraz-On Love, In Sadness, and I mean really. It was not that long ago, only 9th grade, that I discovered this song while writing Dr. Scott's Biology paper on Primate Communication. I wrote that whole giant paper in two days, listening to Jason Mraz. And it was not that long ago. I know it wasn't. It wasn't long at all.
I can't believe high school is ending; it does not seem possible. And I never have the right timing on these kinds of things...I guarantee you I won't cry at graduation, but it'll hit me on some lazy day in July and the finality of everything will settle. This doesn't seem real, though. Right now I'm listening to Jason Mraz-On Love, In Sadness, and I mean really. It was not that long ago, only 9th grade, that I discovered this song while writing Dr. Scott's Biology paper on Primate Communication. I wrote that whole giant paper in two days, listening to Jason Mraz. And it was not that long ago. I know it wasn't. It wasn't long at all.