Tonight is senior night. It is the last regular season home game of my high school career. I know that I should feel sad or something, but I just don't. Maybe it's because it still hasn't registered that I'm going to graduate in May and leave Andalusia, thus becoming an adult...Or maybe I'm just so used to leaving Andalusia that I'm not depressed or scared about what will happen when I do graduate. It's not that I'm wishing away my last year of high school; I'm enjoying it immensely, actually. College just seems so close that I almost feel numb to the pre-nostalgia of senior year. It doesn't affect me when people say "Aw, dang guys, It's our last band competition," and "Aw, six and a half months from today will be our last break outside." It's useless to think like that. We can't stop time. It's impossible. We are all meant to move on, meet new people, follow our adult dreams, and when chance allows, reunite and catch up. We're going to go to college or get a job, get married or live it up single, have children or not...it's beautiful because after May 27th this year, those choices will be ours to make. So I will enjoy my senior year, untainted by dread and sadness. I will relish in all the "first lasts." I will not fear the end of my childhood. I will treat my senior year this way simply because that is how life is supposed to be lived.
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