Summer is over, that’s a real bitch to say. (actually not really.)
I finished the first week of my senior year and honestly, i’m having a blast. I could not ask for a better schedule, i have an unreal amount of friends in every class and i love every teacher but one. Everyone seems to be getting along, all the seniors are coming together and it’s the coolest thing that could happen. I’m happy, so so happy.
I’m starting to rekindle old friendships that almost died out and making peace with people I honestly never thought I would ever speak to again. Everything seems to be falling into place.
I have a job, scratch that.. I have two. The hours are long, the pay sucks but I’m having the time of my life.
My friends and I are on the executive board for Health Careers, a club i signed up for last year and forgotten about. Now, we’re in charge of making fliers, recruiting freshmen, making banners, and speaking at back to school night, i’m not sure where that came from.
I’m a peer leader, and i take so much pride in that it’s almost embarrassing.
I want to do everything this year. I’m joining class counsel. I cannot cannot cannot wait for powder puff to start. I’m good friends with a lot of my old teachers.
I’m sad this is my last year but i’m determined to make the absolute most of it. I’m scared because i still don’t know what i want to do with my life.
I’m happy. I’m excited. I’m every fantastic synonym you can think of.