Here we go again

[spirited_soul]

Goodness..I don't wanna grow up. I wish time would stand still long enough for me to write down everything I want to remember. Goodness..I really don't want to grow up. I was thinking about next year..how next year after the play is over, I'm going to be the one writing the bio, reciting senior speeches, crying..not because everyone I love is leaving..but because I am leaving everyone I love. I was thinking about how I'd be sitting at the "senior table" at after-play dinners. How I'd be in line for a lead. How I'd be going to the "senior party" after championships. How I'd be the one sitting in the room not really having to listen to Mr. C talk about "next years music". College Applications, Senior-itis, sititng in the Social Hall for lunch, lockers by the vending machine, cars, Senior sweaters, Senior skits, Senior dress down. Everything. Everything came and went so fast. Goodness..I don't wanna grow up.

I have the worst case of the Caufield Complex I can possibly imagine. I'm dreading everything.

~To youth: May it never be forgotten
May it always be cherished.~ (me)