sucks
a lot.
not about everything, i like not knowing, but sometimes, i'd like to just know.
Know that the bus will return home on time.
breathe.
The next time I will walk through the halls of beacon I will be a second semester Junior. I will begin to officially tackle the college process, I will begin the "craziest" bussiest time of high school, I will start an ultimate season.
I have two more weeks of assesments, I have one more regents exam. I have two more amhersts.
I have hundreds of climbing of the 54th street fence, hundreds of E band lunchs'.
I have hundreds of days sitting in lehmann's office looking at pictures of boys who once made up an amazing ultimate team and who are now across the country.
Hundreds of 8:12 in the mornings to make the 66th street light turn green so the bus can stop on time.
Thousands of Ms Lacy, and Ms Matthew smiles.
I have one more Beacon Admissions process, two more weekends or interviews.
I would have loved to be a senior last year, like people thought I was,
I would have loved to be a senior this year, like people think I am.
I think most of all, i love how my life has been scheduled. I look foward to most of those hundreds of moments. I need every last one of them.
It is 10:46. I have to be up at 7:00 to take my AP Calc Final. I'm not ready. Then I have to present my chemistry global warming paper. It's not done. Turn in my revised essay. Not revised.
Naturally. I find time to blog.
A short entry, no catch up yet.
I want to go to neverland. I would like to do that for real. It's a story I would like to be apart of, know tinkerbell, fly because you have happy thoughts. I would like to be in a world where you imagine happiness and it comes true. I think that is a beautiful story, i think it would be a beautiful place. I think, maybe, everyone should wish part of their life was neverland. maybe then our lives would become one.