So I went to the doctor and I have been diagnosed with senioritis. I am ready to graduate now. I like being a teenager but I am ready to be out of here. Every morning we crawl into school at 6:45 and I say "Mom, how many days left?" Yes, that is right. I have started a countdown. There is just something about looking forward to that new adventure that makes you anxious. You try so hard to find the one place where you fit and then all of a sudden... "Sorry, you aren't allowed to be here until next fall." Stinkamaroo.
I have narrowed my colleges down to three. I will not list them here, but I will say that they are all great schools. Unfortunately my favorite is the farthest away, but I believe that this school will be the perfect fit for me.
It is so exciting to hear where everyone wants to go and what they want to do. It is incredible how much of a difference this class can make. I am so proud to call them my classmates. Our first high school reunion will be a ball. We all want to outdo each other and I have a feeling that this will continue past our high school experiences.
I often wonder where I will be in the next 8 or so years. Married? Teaching? In the country, out of the country, near home, away from home. What color house will I have? WILL I have a house? I ask God these questions and he hasn't answered me yet. I suppose that is a good thing. If we knew where we would wind up in life, would we stop trying? God has a reason for everything He does and I am so blessed to know He is on my side.
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