4 Days till Freedom

4 Days until school is over! Well, finals come first, but who really cares about those anyway? Just kidding.. sort of.

I don't have much to talk about. I could go on a p0litical rant about how I'm registering to vote in a couple days, and when the election rolls around I'll probably be writing in Mickey Mouse because all of the candidates are idiots, and Mickey Mouse really WOULD make a better president than all of them. But I won't stand on my soapbox today. :)
I could talk about Mr. Scordino, but I don't know him well enough to do him justice. From what I hear, he was awesome and had a heart of gold, despite his many threats to crucify and/or sit on students.
I could talk about how sad I am that this is my last Monday in High School, my last week at Carmel, blah blah blah... But I would be lying. It's scary to leave high school, that's for sure... but am I particularly sad about it? Quite honestly..No. Did I have fun along the way with friends and classmates? Of course. Will I eventually talk about missing high school? Most likely. But at this particular point in time, I'm not upset about leaving high school. There is unnecessary drama, unnecessary pressure, and the school is run way too much like a business. I'm ready to go to college, be on my own, and study what I want to study. Not to mention maybe get some sleep every now and then.. but we'll see about that. I will miss my friends soo much, there is no doubt about that. I will even miss some teachers. But as for high school in general... Let's blow this popsicle stand.

Was that depressing? It wasn't supposed to be. 4 more days!!!!

It's been awhile

So this is my first post in a long time. I'm obviously not very good at this whole blogging thing. School is almost out (9 more days, then finals!) and these next couple weeks cannot move fast enough. Life is going so well right now; I just hope that this summer rocks.
I realized something the other day, and it shocked me: I'm an adult. I mean, I'm not 18 yet, so I suppose technically I'm not, according to the government. But, I worry about adult things, I am in charge of certain things like an adult, I have to take responsibility for everything I do and I am held accountable, I have to deal with work/money/balancing my life... If it looks like an adult and acts like an adult, it's probably an adult. I am an adult. When did that happen?!? How do I make it stop? Why did I want it so badly to begin with? I remember wanting so badly to get a job my sophomore year. Now I've come to the realization that I will work every day of my life from now on. Why was I in such a rush?
I love the little moments when I get to just be a kid again. Prom, for example. What a fun weekend. I had a blast! And I got to be a kid, not an adult. Or those random fun things that happen, like blasting music in a parking lot and dancing like a goof, or playing Apples to Apples in somebody's backyard. Or standing in the back of my brother's pick up truck with my siblings, screaming out song lyrics and dancing like there's no tomorrow.
This summer, in between working and all my other responsibilities, I'm going to make a point to be a kid. Just for one more summer.