Summer is reaching a melancholy end and so i say hello from my dining room table. Yesterday was the first day of school. Although many voice dread at the advent of school, it is a secretly welcome occasion. Being reunited with familiar faces, settling back into a comfortable routine of sluffing first period, going out for lunch and rolling out of bed with a purpose, if not a groggy one, of getting primped and primed for the day. The after school hanging out, football games, driving with the music on so loud you cant hear yourself laughing. That feeling when the cute senior goes out of his way to talk to you. The creative ways people decide to hate someone. Walking past friends in the hallways and acting as if you haven’t seen them in years even though they were just in your last class. Trash talking every single teacher but not meaning a word of it.
I wont get to experience any of that.
Instead, I will be finishing the remainder of my work as a homeschool student for the rest of the semester. I’m not pregnant, sick or in trouble (per se), Its just that my parents decided that it would be wisest for me to move forward in discovering who I am and who I want to be. I’ll be graduating a semester earlier than my peers, and somehow this is supposed to guarantee that I will have a clearer idea of my future.
I wont deny it, I’m a little depressed. Actually kind of more than a little. I miss it a lot. I’m afraid i’ll forget how to speak english. Maybe in January I’ll crack open the front door and step outside and people will cover their eyes to shield themselves from the horror of the hairy, stinky, squinting creature i’ll become. Whatever. I legit am a bit scared too.
I’ve already started taking selfies at six in the morning.
Im really sorry about that. I just felt it was necessary for you to get a grip on the situation.
I hope you have a nice day.
(the top picture is of me and my lovely friend Samantha in a happier time)