Fact: I get quite nostalgic at night.
I have 3 days of school left. 3 days left of beinga sophomore. This year has flown by, and I can honestly say I have loved every minute of it in some way or form.
I turned sixteen. I got my own car. I made "A's" in my AP classes. I've pissed people off like no other and didn't care. I had the honor of being taught by some amazingly smart teachers. Hah erasures. I was good at history for the first time in my life. I found a new hobby. I came out of my shell a little. I made a ton of new friends and missed a few old ones. I finally got over that one guy from way back when. I saw potential in people and I literally told some of them to f*** of. I've aquired new strengths and discovered new weaknesses. I had my first AP exam, and came out more confident than ever. I've watched people close to me change, some for the good and some for the worse. This year has been my best acadmically speaking, while sometimes I thought my social life suffered because of it. This year I realized that I didn't care if it did. I found my niche. And for once I feel like things can't get any harder. This year I ended that relationship that had been doomed from the start. I realized that it was whether I "allowed" it or not. It just was. And I've made peace with that. I would say that I haven't changed that much from last year but then I take a step back and realize just how much I have. I welcome next year with open arms. Challenging it to be better than this year but I doubt it can even come close. It will be crazy hectic, but I can only hope that what I've learned this year holds true and I can handle anything thrown at me. So bring it on Junior year, with your AP and college classe, your stupid drama and trying times. I dare you.
peace
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Pic: Flag at the Stockyards Saturday.
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