Day Twenty-nine: One Semester Down

Today was a mixture. A mixture of happy and sad; a mixture of feeling relief and reminiscing. Can you guys believe it? We only have one semester left in our high school experience left together. Before I really dig deep into this, I want to say congratulations to my class, we're almost there! Now to continue. Where did all the time go? How did we let all these years pass by so quick? Anybody starting to freak out yet? I am. I've been checked out of high school since approximately third quarter of freshman year, so the fact that there is merely a semester left before I'm done is exhilarating. The only unexpected thing about this equation (Taylor + Graduation = FREE AT LAST, HUZZAH!) is an additional piece; a pit. This pit I've found has many components: fear of rejection by schools, fear of leaving the classmates that I've finally grown close to, fear of not picking the right school, fear of choosing the wrong major, fear of leaving my siblings to grow up without me there. In a nutshell, I'm scared. At the very beginning of senior year, fear wasn't a part of this equation, it wasn't even a passing thought. Now it's a prominent figure in my daily musings, and I'm sure it's the same for most you as well. Our first of our last two semesters of essentially what is our childhood came to a close today at noon. I don't know about you, but I feel like I should have had a celebration and a sob fest all at once. Alright, that is quite enough about graduation. I know it makes a few of you tear up, so I'll switch gears and chat about the remainder of my day.
Chemistry was so lazy. Did I mention how much I loved not having to take a final in that class? Well I LOVED it. I drew Bhill a picture, took a nap, took another nap and studied a little for Spanish (not successful in the least). After running around trying to find C to give him his cookies, and failed,  I unoptimistically made my way to Spanish. Although the entire test was multiple choice, right from the very first question I knew I was not going to be leaving feeling very triumphant. And I was correct. An hour or so later I put my pen down and took another nap, only to wake up a few minutes later. Have you ever felt like you were falling, even if you weren't falling in your dream? That happens to me almost every time I try to sleep in school. It's like an obnoxious, temporarily terrifying, no-fail, no-sleep mechanism. Long description short, I don't sleep in school much. The rest of the day was rather bland. I came home, watched some TV, took a nap, went upstairs and took another nap, then woke up, grabbed a granola bar, and here we are. Sometimes I can't stand how fabulous and overly exciting my life is. Oh and happy eighteenth birthday Bre!

"Let your mind start a journey through a strange new world. Leave all thoughts of the world you knew before, let your soul take you where you long to be... Close your eyes, let your spirit start to soar, and you'll live as you've never lived before." -Erich Fromm

live simply.