I can't decide whether I am extremely excited or extremely scared about starting school in less than two weeks...
Yes, I'm a senior. Its my last year of certain teachers I can't stand, certain people that I would rather shoot myself than deal with, and certain stresses that I could easily do without.
But, In the same way, all of those things have led to here:To all my senior friends, guys, we're going to college. In less than a year, all the people I have spent most of my life with will disapear forever into the darkness of the future as I go lonely wandering into the face of my darkest fear. All the pressures, the essays, the tests, the classes, and all of the life experiences we have earned are finally going to be tested, and our will to become individuals will become our most prominent trait while facing this big step. As much as I despise some aspects of my tiny hometown, I know that wherever and whenever I leave it, I am leaving the majority of my being...all of the dances, fights, band practices, bad haircuts, first days of school, summer reading with friends, and everything else that once seemed miniscule but now stands out in my thoughts.
I'm really preparing to leave. And not to Kilgore College or somewhere close by...
Is this really happening?
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A mellophone is basically a trumpet, but bigger; it's the marching equivalent of a French Horn.
And you can't still win, because I'm from Arkansas, and that makes us automatically better. :-)
And I'm still not going to believe that you're chubby.
Yesterday, they told all of us freshman to get up at 4:15 and meet outside the band room and they wouldn't tell us why. Yes, 4:15 Ante Meridian. In the freakin' morning. Now, I'm quite tired, as it lasted until 6:30 and we have practice at 8. I just want to rest.
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