I graduate June 1, 2017. I'm so nervous, yet excited. It's bittersweet. I'm accepted to a college, the dream college I wanna go to. I just have to get my dorm and orientation all squared away. I start late August-early September. I just wanted to make a post to say how I feel about the situation at hand.
So, as of right now I am 17. I have went to the same school since kindergarten, except for 4th grade when I went into cyber school. (Cyber School was NOT for me.) I go to a small school and I can name every single person in my grade. I mean, there's only like 70 of us. I love the fact I attended a small school my whole life because I know everyone at least a little bit and can at least say Hi to them on the street. I know all of the teachers. All of my teacher I know their first AND last name. Well probably because it's in their emails but...yeah. Most of us are going to graduate June 2 and it's going to be an emotional day. I know, for sure, I am going to cry. It's like we're all saying goodbye to the school and teachers who helped mold us into the people we are today. I have made many good bonds with my teachers, and I know I can always go to them if I need help. When I graduate, I get to close that chapter of my life and open an all new one. College.
College. When I start college I will have just turned 18. I will be living with a roommate who I've never met in my life,and going to classes all over a campus that I love. I'm really excited, like I said before, but also scared. It's a scary time. Moving away from my family and living with someone who could literally hate everything about me. I mean, not everyone is gonna like you, but you should probably get along with your roommate in which you're going to live with for a year of college. I guess we'll just have to wait and see what the future holds for me, and hope that the future likes me.
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