Almost There...

Yesterday, my best friend and I worked on a project together. To be specific it was the last project we will ever work on together. When we were finished, as pathetic as it is, we cried. It was sad. We always do that stuff together and here it was, the last project we ever will work on. It was just another lovely reminder that High School is ending. We really do make a good team. I type like a million miles a minute and she is creative. I type up the power point and she makes it pretty and organized. I don't know what I am going to do without her next year. I have only done one power point without her before. I guess next year I am going to have find someone else with the patience to fix up my power points for me.

After we finished crying we sat around and talked about practically our entire High School careers. It was fun but it was sad. It is so weird talking about High School ending. We both know that it is going to end but we just can't accept it. It is so surreal. I can't accept the fact that in a week and three days I will never walk through those double doors again. It is a very weird feeling because I am excited but not.

The comforting thing is that everyone feels the same way that I do. My friend and I were commiserating together yesterday and today during gym all of the seniors were sitting in a circle talking together and everyone mostly feels the same way. We all want to graduate but we are scared and know that is going to be hard to leave our friends.

I know I am going to miss my friends so much. We all have went through so muc together. My other really close friend was telling me that she thinks it is going to be really hard to meet people when she goes aways because she is going to be comparing everyone she meets to us. I know exactly what she means but I guess when we are all there, at college, things will be completely different.

I can't wait to see what happens the last day of school. I want to see how everybody in my grade reacts as we all leave for the last time. Every year we all watched that year's Seniors leave and this year everyone is going to watching us.

Reminiscing...

School is almost over. It is so weird to think about and I cannot believe it is happening. I feel like it was yesterday when my dad dropped me off for my first day. I moved the second day of freshman year so my dad had to drive me from my old house. It was a twenty minute drive and I had to get up at 5:45 so I wouldn't be late. He felt sorry for me so he stopped and got me Dunkin Donuts on the way to school. When I got to school I had no clue where my first class was so by the time I got there I was so scared and when I walked in I didn't know where to sit. I know it sounds ridiculous but I didn't know anybody and I didn't want to sit where I would be in between someone and their friend. I got even more nervous when the teacher called my name because everyone turned around and looked at me because I was new. That whole first week was really hard and I don't know when it happened, but I made friends and I started talking to a lot of different people. After a while I finally became happy about the fact that I moved.

I have to write my Senior thesis. Supposedly, it is a "reflection on our high school career." I have no clue what that means and my teacher told me to write about myself and how I have changed. I don't even know where to begin for that paper because so much has happened to me since I started that first day. Looking back I am so glad that I moved. I made a lot of friends and I became more outgoing. I'm definitely not as shy as I was in middle school.

Senior year has been amazing. I think this has been the best year of my life. I don't know why, but I am just having so much fun. I almost never get homework, just projects so unless I have something due the next day, I can see my friends at night. I am so excited to leave for college and end high school but I know I am going to miss my friends. I think that is going to be one of the hardest things about going to college, leaving my friends.

Cooking and College

I was late to my cooking class today. I went in expecting to get yelled at for being late and I also expected to be able to do my government homework but, when I walked in my teacher was not there and the chairs were in a circle. Yes, a circle. I was more than a little shocked because I have not seen chairs set up like that since Elementary School. After the shock wore off I looked around and realized that everyone was sitting and I was standing and looked like an idiot. So then I started looking for a seat but, with my wonderful luck, the only one left was right in the front. I hate sitting in the front but I didn't want to look stupid for any longer so I just sat down and let go of the idea of being able to do anything productive.

I kind of just sat there for a minute really confused because one, my teacher wasn't there and two, on the days we don't cook we literally do nothing. Then a guy walked in with a bag of food in one hand and a rolling backpack in the other. He walked right in front of me and then put the food down and started unloading his backpack. This was like a magic bag because except for Mary Poppins, I have never seen one person pull so much stuff out of such a small bag before. First he pulled out like literally a travel stove, then two bowls, then spoons, then an electric mixer, and then some more really random stuff. I just sat watching him because I had no idea what was going on and then out of nowhere my teacher came back and said he was a student Chef and he was going to give us a demonstration.

The Chef (I forgot his name so I will refer to him as "the chef") introduced himself and and before I could even blink he started telling us about his college. He wasn't even talking about food. He was cooking but he was not giving us a demonstration. A demonstration is when someone explains what they are doing while they are doing it, a demonstration is not a person does something and talks about college. Basically, I was pretty annoyed. I hear about college all day from all different sorts of people. The last thing that I wanted was to hear someone endorse their school for forty minutes.

As I was listening to him talk, I began to get more annoyed. The Chef kept talking about Johnson & Wales. I felt like I was on the part of a college tour when the tour guides talk for 30 minutes straight telling you how good the school is. I didn't know why I was getting so annoyed by this guy, but for some reason he was just really getting on my nerves.

About after 10 mintues more of The Chef's talking I realized why I wanted to murder him. I was jealous of him. Here he was, barely 2 years older than me, and he knew exactly what he wanted to do with his life. Not only did he know what he wanted to do, he knew what he wanted to do since he was in high school. His first day of college he started training to be a chef. When I start college I am not going to be training for my job. You want to know why? Because I don't know what I want to do when I grow up. I have no clue what I want to do and before I thought that I was fine with that, but after today I realized that maybe I am not.

My Dad keeps telling me that it is fine if I don't know what I want to do. Actually, everyone keeps telling me that it doesn't matter, as long as I know by my Sophomore year. What really worries me though is that I won't know then either and I will just pick something randomly and end up hating it. I don't want to hate my job and I don't want to hate my major. I am sure that it will all be fine in the end but I wish that I knew that it would be for sure.

You know what, it probably doesn't even matter if I pick now or later. I bet half the people in my grade who declare a major freshman year will end up changing it by their junior year. You know what, I would even bet money that The Chef goes back to school for something else in 5 years.

Senioritis

Senioritis. I never thought that I would get it. For all of those who are unfamilar with it, Senioritis causes Seniors (in high school or college) to become extremely lazy. Seniors with the disease either a) put off all of their work until the last possible second or b) do not do their work at all. The disease is supposedly caused by a lack of motivation due to graduation.

In my case, Senioritis did not hit me all at once, it kind of just appeared gradually. One Monday I was about to start a project andI thought, this isnt due to till Friday, why do I have to start it now? And then the rest of the week just went by and before I knew it, it was thursday night and I had not written one thing.

At about 11:30 that night I finally started my project. I did alot of it but then around 1 I started to get tired. I decided to do a little bit more of it and then to go to sleep. I set my alarm a little bit earlier than usual so I could finish it when I woke up. In the morning when my alarm went off I didn't even realize it and I slept right through it. I woke up at an hour and a half later than I was supposed too late for school with my project not being done.

I ended up missing the first few periods of school because I had to finish my project. It wasn't the end of the world but I did happen to fall under Senioritis' wrath. Since then I occasionally skip a homework and I sometimes "forget" to study for a test but nothing too bad. I wish I could do something that could help to fight Senioritis but unfortunately I am just too lazy.