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i am so tired but i have to write about this.
i woke up at 6:30 this morning. the sun was stretching through my blinds, my fan kept cutting through the freon, reminding me that with each swing the seconds were passing.
i stood up, turned off the alarm clock and got ready for the day. as i was brushing my teeth, i remembered something. the blue album. while the morning routine proceeded, i thought back to sept 1, 2001. getting ready; with those new clothes laid out in anticipation of their first day. i bet the tags were still attached.
those tags represented something i could be, that smell of retail stores and folds left from the display, made me feel something fresh, new, mold able.
today is a day that can never happen again. and as uneventful or benign as it may have seemed, it's something very dangerous. this is that last day we taste that feeling that new outfit gave me in 2001. we'll never know these people again. we'll never know our own classmates the way we do now. good or bad, today was unchangeable and forever changing.
how surreal. walking in to the atrium, wondering if we still looked like eighth graders. wondering what new faces we'd see today *anyone know who were those girls from step up day?*, wondering how the seniors could be so amazingly cool. would we ever be that way?
i know that i'm going to move on from shs with my memories and look for those amazing people in every new town and person i encounter. thank you shs. thank you for being my friend.
i woke up at 6:30 this morning. the sun was stretching through my blinds, my fan kept cutting through the freon, reminding me that with each swing the seconds were passing.
i stood up, turned off the alarm clock and got ready for the day. as i was brushing my teeth, i remembered something. the blue album. while the morning routine proceeded, i thought back to sept 1, 2001. getting ready; with those new clothes laid out in anticipation of their first day. i bet the tags were still attached.
those tags represented something i could be, that smell of retail stores and folds left from the display, made me feel something fresh, new, mold able.
today is a day that can never happen again. and as uneventful or benign as it may have seemed, it's something very dangerous. this is that last day we taste that feeling that new outfit gave me in 2001. we'll never know these people again. we'll never know our own classmates the way we do now. good or bad, today was unchangeable and forever changing.
how surreal. walking in to the atrium, wondering if we still looked like eighth graders. wondering what new faces we'd see today *anyone know who were those girls from step up day?*, wondering how the seniors could be so amazingly cool. would we ever be that way?
i know that i'm going to move on from shs with my memories and look for those amazing people in every new town and person i encounter. thank you shs. thank you for being my friend.