Wednesday, February 26, 2014

I've Got a Bad Case of Senoritis and the Only Cure Is Warmer Weather...

I have fifty-four days left of school. Fifty-four days left of school that is required for me to attend by law. FIFTY-FOUR. When I was a freshman, people would tell me "Oh, high school will be over before you know it." I didn't think it was true then, no one think's that it's true then. It has gone by so fast. I remember freshman orientation, picking out lockers next to my best friends, moving to a new school, making new friends, meeting someone else with my last name (it's rare from where I'm from, unless they're related to me, in which case, they weren't), running track, crushing on a senior, making my schedule for my sophomore year. Then going through that year, getting depression, being in my sisters wedding, meeting a guy that sparked a crush that's still going, going to basketball games. My junior year I stopped doing a whole bunch of social stuff because of my depression, I just didn't feel like it. Getting a high fever on one night I was going to do something though is a good memory though. I spent the night watching movies with my mom and she used me as a personal heater. Then later that school year we got evicted. It was horrible. I had to transfer to another school (the one I had gone to first) three weeks before the school year ended.

Now it's almost a year since that happened and I'm almost done with school. This year I moved to another school. One I'd never been to before, the people were so nice and I fit in perfectly. I loved it, this may seem really weird but my friends here remind me of The Perks of Being a Wallflower. Charlie, Patrick, Sam, Mary-Elizabeth, and Alice. That's how my group is and it makes me so happy because that is one of my favorite books and movies. It makes so happy to have friends like this. 

I've gone to zero basketball games this year and you know what? I'm okay with that. I've been to a bonfire, went on my first date, talked to the guy I had been crushing on since sophomore year. Realized I liked him a lot, then I realized he's not good for me. All of this I'm okay with. I'm growing up and it's making me so happy to be doing so.