i'm a senior and that's strange.

I just asked my dear friend Ben how to spell senior, no big deal. I am eighteen, you'd think I would know how to spell simple words.

Tonight I attended my last home game of basketball. That means my last game of any sport for my senior year. It hit me. I am a senior. I won't be coming back. (because me being a super senior is out of the question.)

I've realized this last week that there won't be any more tardies to make up, sucky lunches, teens who think they are too cool for school, teens who are making out almost to the point where it should be rated r, feeling like a loser because you walk alone in the halls, no more pointless drama with girls and boys, no more stinky sick bathrooms, no more dances, no more spirit assemblies, no more talent shows, no more "look at me! look at me!" people, no more fake friends (because after you graduate, you find your real friends... or so i've heard.) No more highschool stuff. None.

I am done (or almost... real close. 99 days to be exact.) Let's be honest, I am so excited. Frightened out of my mind? Yes, but my excitement is taking over.

99 more days till I accomplish something I have been working towards my entire life.

Everyone says, "You'll think it's fun, but then reality hits and life sucks." And I say, "Let it start! My life will finally begin and I will be on my way to the real stuff!" I am so stoked to see what life brings me and what I find in my searchings. Wow. I am almost there!