The Day I Learn to Fly, I'm Never Coming Down.
Tomorrow I will be starting by first day of my Senior year of highschool. It seems like just yesterday I was In first grade playing hockey with my neighborhood friends and anytime someone would use their grade title, rather than number, I would have to ask what grade it was.
It seems just as recent that my sister took me to my seventh grade orientation and during the meal break I didn't have enough time to even finish half of my burger, leaving me to feel that everyday during lunch I would be left hungry. Then, I can recall being in 9th grade and finishing my meals within minutes and having the rest of lunch free to dick around with friends... oh, how things change.
Inside, I still feel like I'm in 7th grade. I feel like that is the age and time I was meant to live for. I can remember so much about that year: Trying out for the school talent show with my "band," recording a demo tape of the only song we ever wrote in our drummer's garage and convincing the school to play it over the intercom. These are the days I will never forget, but those were the days I will never match.
In 3 months and 2 days I will be 18. No more direct control from my parents, no more sitting on the curbs outside of a gas station with my friends waiting for someone to come along generous enough to make a cigarette purchase for us.
In other news, Rise Against in now my favorite band, replacing No-Cash.
It seems just as recent that my sister took me to my seventh grade orientation and during the meal break I didn't have enough time to even finish half of my burger, leaving me to feel that everyday during lunch I would be left hungry. Then, I can recall being in 9th grade and finishing my meals within minutes and having the rest of lunch free to dick around with friends... oh, how things change.
Inside, I still feel like I'm in 7th grade. I feel like that is the age and time I was meant to live for. I can remember so much about that year: Trying out for the school talent show with my "band," recording a demo tape of the only song we ever wrote in our drummer's garage and convincing the school to play it over the intercom. These are the days I will never forget, but those were the days I will never match.
In 3 months and 2 days I will be 18. No more direct control from my parents, no more sitting on the curbs outside of a gas station with my friends waiting for someone to come along generous enough to make a cigarette purchase for us.
In other news, Rise Against in now my favorite band, replacing No-Cash.