blooberries

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So I originally started this blog to document my senior year in high school. And now that the is year quickly coming to a screeching halt, I cannot help but look back fondly on all the memories, documented and undocumented, from the past eight months, and more importantly, the past seventeen and a half years.

I began this year with an open heart ready to dream. All I wanted was to find the perfect college and see what the future had in store for me. But as the college applications became more of a burden as anticipated, and as my heavy course load proved to be the most challenging yet, I unintentionally began to resort to a bitter sense of anxiety. Not a day would go by without me wishing that it was almost over. But now that it really is almost over, I regret the rush I so dearly wished upon. What I would give to travel back in time for just a glimpse at the past. Just for a moment, a moment to appreciate the little things, the simpler times. If only I could go back to the times when I sat on my back porch with JBird coloring page after page to our hearts desire. I think there will always be a part of me that will hold on to my childhood, but by no means would I want to take a trip to Neverland. It is time to move on and close this chapter of my life.

Now this post may seem rather choppy. Well, there is a reason for that. I have been writing this post over the course of a week or so. I have not been emotionally stable enough to sit down and write everything all down in one shot. But as I sit awake in bed at 1:33AM Monday night, I remember that I only have so many hours left until graduation arrives. In fact, to those of you reading this now, I will either be graduating as you read, or already a high school graduate, as I plan to schedule this post for 5pm, Wednesday, June 12th, the exact day and time of my high school graduation.

I honestly do not know where to begin. But I guess it would be pretty obvious to start off with my friends. Oh goodness, all the good, and all the bad. We have been through all sorts of things together. Some of us have been through all of grade school by each others’ side. What perplexes me is how such a unique, yet totally similar group of eleven {*I cannot think of the word I want to use for the life of me, and it will literally haunt me forever} girls that get along so well. Now do not get me wrong, we have had our ups and downs, but no matter what, we have all managed to stay close friends and get through it all. From the hurt feelings, to the laughter triggered bladder leaks, we have stood side by side to conquer what we call high school. But now we are all about to part our separate ways in a few months…and I really cannot imagine what my life would be like without you guys. And I could go on and on and ONNNN about how deeply saddened I am about having to leave all of you, but ultimately, I would not trade our friendships for anything in the entire world. You guys mean everything to me, and even though we will all be thousands of mils apart, and heading our separate ways, I am grateful for the time we have had. Not many high schoolers can say they have had the same group of friends for six to thirteen years. And although I am typing this holding back a flood of tears, in the wise words of Dr. Seuss, “Don’t cry because it’s over, smile because it happened.”

Gurl $coutz, Class of 2013, it’s been fun. It’s been real. And sure, I guess it has been real fun too. Peace, love, and blooberries out.

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Author: blooberries

student. vegetarian. coffee addict. photo enthusiast. experimental videographer. wannabe blogger. :)

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