Moving On

Well, it's been quite a while since I last wrote. I graduated from high school last Sunday. It's funny, I always thought I would cry at least a little at Graduation (see "Nostalgia"), but I didn't. I tried as hard as I could to work up even one solitary tear, but no luck. While the rest of my classmates (the females, anyway) were choking back the sobs, I had a gargantuan smile plastered across my face as I tried to listen to the speakers. It's crazy how people change, yet they stay the same. Four years ago, I walked into a classroom full of complete strangers. I walked out of that gym with a group of friends -- or, at the very least, close acquaintances. Yet even though we spent four years together, I don't really know most of them that well.

College will be much the same, just on a larger scale. Instead of 20 people to get to know, I'll have hundreds to worry about. I can't wait, though; there are so many things to do and people to meet that I wish I could start tomorrow. . . or at least next week!