Senior Year
Hi,
So tomorrow at 9a.m. I start my senior year of high school. (Technically today was the first day of classes but I don't have class until tomorrow.)
I'd be lying if I said I wasn't nervous and excited all at the same time, resulting in some serious tummy tumbling. I want this year to be great because I don't really get a second chance.
I love my school and the people in my grade. Though sometimes dysfunctional it's a great place to be. It's been my home away from home (as nerdy as that sounds) for the past three years. Going anywhere other than here is going to be strange. I'm not going to get to see the same people--many of which I'm sure I won't talk to again until the reunions (sad but true).
The classes I'm taking this semester aren't bad at all, I'm excited to see what they offer. I'm hoping I'll be able to handle it.
Applying and getting in to college is so stressful. I've been looking through colleges (mainly on the east coast--NC and below). I'm hoping to get more into video/photo editing or something like that--I'm not fully sure. I also need a good study abroad program. There aren't a wide range of schools around here that offer those things, not that I'm seeing anyway. I've found my top 5 schools and number five doesn't appear to have a good study abroad program, but I can't tell for sure.
Number one is where I'm taking classes right now and I just pray I can get in. I don't have the ACT score yet (I missed it by one freaking point) but I AM retesting soon.
I didn't expect this to be my dream school when I started out but now...I really don't want to go anywhere else (at least not unless it's through studying abroad of course).
This year is going to be stressful and terrifying and exciting and so many things. I just hope I can get through it.
It's weird sitting here getting all my stuff set and sorted (for the second time this week).
I'm in my bedroom. I've had this same bedroom since I was like four. I look around here and I know this is my last year in it. My mom is selling this house after I graduate. I hate this house nearly as much as I love it. Moving out is such a strange concept for me.
I truly don't know if I can do it. I don't know how. I've always considered myself independent (so do most people around me) and now faced with the upcoming adulthood (in which lies true independence) I'm terrified.
So tomorrow at 9a.m. I start my senior year of high school. (Technically today was the first day of classes but I don't have class until tomorrow.)
I'd be lying if I said I wasn't nervous and excited all at the same time, resulting in some serious tummy tumbling. I want this year to be great because I don't really get a second chance.
I love my school and the people in my grade. Though sometimes dysfunctional it's a great place to be. It's been my home away from home (as nerdy as that sounds) for the past three years. Going anywhere other than here is going to be strange. I'm not going to get to see the same people--many of which I'm sure I won't talk to again until the reunions (sad but true).
The classes I'm taking this semester aren't bad at all, I'm excited to see what they offer. I'm hoping I'll be able to handle it.
Applying and getting in to college is so stressful. I've been looking through colleges (mainly on the east coast--NC and below). I'm hoping to get more into video/photo editing or something like that--I'm not fully sure. I also need a good study abroad program. There aren't a wide range of schools around here that offer those things, not that I'm seeing anyway. I've found my top 5 schools and number five doesn't appear to have a good study abroad program, but I can't tell for sure.
Number one is where I'm taking classes right now and I just pray I can get in. I don't have the ACT score yet (I missed it by one freaking point) but I AM retesting soon.
I didn't expect this to be my dream school when I started out but now...I really don't want to go anywhere else (at least not unless it's through studying abroad of course).
This year is going to be stressful and terrifying and exciting and so many things. I just hope I can get through it.
It's weird sitting here getting all my stuff set and sorted (for the second time this week).
I'm in my bedroom. I've had this same bedroom since I was like four. I look around here and I know this is my last year in it. My mom is selling this house after I graduate. I hate this house nearly as much as I love it. Moving out is such a strange concept for me.
I truly don't know if I can do it. I don't know how. I've always considered myself independent (so do most people around me) and now faced with the upcoming adulthood (in which lies true independence) I'm terrified.
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