My highshoool career is coming to an end.
3 real school days left.
The unreal feeling on my back that keeps the clock turning is driving me insane. I feel that just yesterday I was at my brothers graduation.
And turn back one more time and I was in elementry school, chasing boys.
Literally; with tennis balls.
I have one final; math. Which I am not looking forward to, but who is?
Then I am done. Class of 2012 is out of that dungeon.
Not going back.
Grad parties, staying up late, celebration time.
Then a hop, skip and a jump; plop on a plane to spend my second to last week with my best friend, of 17 years.
In the yummy heat of Arizona.
Yay.
Then June 18th.
For now my emotions are indifferent.
Stoked to get out of the Tri. Live elsewhere, make new memories. Move on, meet people, learn.
But I am nervous.
Stressed to go, yet so relieved.
Super happy, but so very sad.
Sad to leave the ones who've helped shape me.
Make me.
If there is one thing I've learned in high school, it's friends really do make the biggest impact on you. I have seen myself change around different people. I know where I am supposed to be.
Side by Sarah Rex.
That woman has inspired me to do great things.
From eating some exotic dish she made, to helping me come closer to my Heavenly Father.
I can honestly say we are THE BEST OF FRIENDS.
We even won it for our senior class-- *proof in our year book*
Through thick and thin, we've seen one another at our worst.
Our best.
Moving to Rexburg may set us far apart. But we are truly inseperable at heart.
LAUGHING, CRYING, DANCING
We do it all. I will miss her so much, but what we've been through has changed me for the better there is no ways those memoires can be lost. No matter the distance, our friendship is there to hold eachother up.
She reads my mind.
I finish her sentences.
We're best friends.
Two bodies, one soul.
I guess that is that, until the real business starts to happen.
Cap and Gown in hand, im ready to go.
