The 6 Year Fluke

Yesterday was June 6th, 2012, the day my brother graduated the 8th grade. Why is this a big deal other than the fact he’s moving on to high school in the Fall, and in all essence another stepping stone in this complicated and exciting thing we call Life? I graduated the 8th grade on June 6th, 2006, exactly six years ago.

I don’t want to say it’s creepy, but it kind of is. Creepy and interesting at the same time. He graduated at the age of fourteen, as did I. The only things that were different were the size of the space in which the event was held and the time. His was in the evening and mine in the morning.

Throughout the entire ceremony, I couldn’t help but think that I was back in the auditorium of my middle school, listening to everything the teachers and staff had to say to the graduating class. How we have all four years of high school ahead of us, how we can do anything we set our mind to…The one thing I don’t really think they elaborated on was how the real world will be. Granted, we were fourteen year olds, who already knew the dynamics of what it was like outside the school walls, but not to the extent that we would be faced with in high school and thereafter.

I often wonder if I’ve made the right decisions since that fateful day on June 6, 2006. Not that I’ve made the right decisions really, because only I can decide what decisions are right and wrong, but whether or not I’ve accomplished enough. The individuals I went to school with in junior high and high school have achieved more than I, but they’re not me and I’m not them. I’m my own person and I’ll do what I like on my own terms. No one else’s.

Yesterday was my brother’s 8th grade graduation, and I think he’ll be just fine come high school in the Fall. I have every ounce of confidence in him.

It’s amazing how time flies.

All This Talk 

Last year as a junior, I remember overhearing all this talk about college, the future and what a headache it was. It’s all too safe to say that I now know what everyone was talking about.

It seems like right when you have all your plans neat and in a row, something comes along and ruins them. I’m not saying that that’s bound to happen, but it’s something that generally does. Don’t ask me why. I didn’t make the rules. I can say that my plans for the future and college have changed dramatically since last year, though. I thought that I’d had everything figured out last year, I thought I knew exactly what I wanted to do. Turns out I was wrong.

People change their minds a million and one times before they finally know what they want, or they know exactly what they want and go for it. I think that no matter what type of person you are, there is no true way of denying that your future isn’t set in stone. Things change for better or for worse and it seems like a lot of people think that they can work their way around that, the ever-changing events of this thing called Life. Just because they know what they want to do and know how to accomplish the said goal, nothing will happen to them. They’re invincible…It probably sounds like I’m being an outrageously morbid dream-killer, but whatever. I’m just clearly saying that things change all the time and some people don’t think that it will ever apply to them.

I’m just now starting to realize, with less than a month left of school, that I’m overwhelmed for the first time in my life. Yeah, it might sound like I’m exaggerating, and believe what you want, but it’s the truth. All this talk of college and plans for the future, and everything else going on, it’s not hard to be swallowed up by the ever-growing multitude of things to come. Luckily, I know exactly what I want. It’s just a matter of accomplishing it. I’m overwhelmed but not so to the point that I don’t know what I want.

My freshmen year, I never would’ve thought I’d be making journalism my college major…Yes, you heard right…I’m majoring in journalism. Is that such a crime? I didn’t think so. I remember freshmen year I was so caught up in the new experiences of high school that I had no idea what I wanted to do years down the road. I’d thought about maybe going into graphic design or something because my other passion (that I often put on the back-burner) is drawing. Art. I love it and everything it entails. I’m good at drawing, but I think I’m even better at writing. Sure, writing might not be as lucrative and in-demand as graphic design is at the moment, but I don’t care. You should be able to do something you love because you love it, not just because it pays the rent. My major is journalism and that is that.

Instead of starting classes in the Fall like any normal person would, I’ve decided to start my classes either in the Spring or next Fall. Everyone is different when it comes to well, just about everything, and my decision is no different. At first, I thought I HAD to go to school in the Fall. I thought it was something that just HAD to be done. I wasn’t even thinking that I had the choice to take time off from school. It wasn’t something that was going through my mind at the time. I was stressing about starting classes in the Fall, and I had absolutely no reason to because I didn’t have to start in the Fall. I’m so totally not starting in the Fall. I mean the last year of high school is stressful enough, why make it even more stressful by having to go through more school less than 4 months after you graduate? It might sound like I’m a total loser, not going to college right after I graduate, but I don’t see it that way. I want to be somewhat established in one way or another before I go off to college. It’s better to have a general idea of what you’re going to do, then storm through it all, guns blazing. Or at least that’s how I see it. The whole-guns-blazing-thing is only good for somethings, not all, and I don’t think college plans qualify as one of those things.

Right now, at this very moment in time, I’m happy to say that everything is planned out for the most part. Yes, like I said, things are bound to change whenever, but for right now, it’s safe to say that everything is good. School is over in less than a month, and while it would usually seem hectic and overwhelming (as I just stated a million times over above), that’s all a part of the ride. Prom is in a than a month, too and that’s something I’m actually looking forward to. Whether I happen to have a date or not, I’m going. I have the cutest dress (a dress I’ve had for a couple years now, actually) and I know exactly how I want to look.

All this talk is just that…Talk. It means nothing unless you actually go through with it, and all this talk is finally starting to turn into something. It’s more than safe to say that I have nothing to stress about anymore. I’m ready for whatever life has to throw at me, yet again.

Life is overwhelming and I’m just starting to realize that. Look ahead and hold on tight. It only gets more intense.

Where The Hell Did Freshmen Year Go?

It seems like it was just yesterday that I was standing outside of my high school, in my Avenged Sevenfold shirt and jeans, Converse and Alkaline Trio messenger bag. I was totally overwhelmed and one of the newbies. I was a freshmen.

Being the freshmen I was, completely inexperienced in the tricks and trade of high school, I thought everything would be hard as hell. Like really, really hard. Silly me. Everything was surprisingly easy. Only having four classes might have been the reason. English, math, physical science, and World History. Maybe it was because I had the most best friends that year. I mean, I still have kick-ass friends, I guess, but it’s just not the same. I still think having only four classes and a block schedule was the reason.

I’ll admit, I was naive. Then again, it seems like everyone is sometimes, so what does it really matter? But at the time, I kinda felt like I was just trying to fit in with everyone else. Maybe I was, maybe I wasn’t. I tried to be myself, no matter what the hell hit me. In the end, I think I was just attempting to please my friends. Or people I thought were my friends. Whatever the reason was, I felt like I had to kind of fit in somewhere. After awhile though, I honestly didn’t care about what people thought about me or who talked about me or stuff of that nature.

I have to say, that was the funnest year of high school. Yeah, most people say that their senior year is the best and most fun, but I’m just getting to that part. . .

In a week I will be a senior. Granted, I was officially a senior when I got my report card that said I’m a senior this year. Which I kind of knew I was going to be. I mean, yeah, I had my doubts, but doesn’t everyone? It seems like those 3 years went by so fast. Freshmen year. Sophomore year. Junior year. It’s just really hard to believe that I’m a senior this year.

The fact that I’m starting school a week  is overwhelming, but the fact that all my friends and I are going to be seniors is even more overwhelming. From what I saw from seniors last year, it’s pretty stressful and fun at the same time. There’s prom and graduation, but there’s also the chance that they might not graduate. At my school, there are a series of 5 tests that you have to take sophomore year, and if you don’t pass all of them your senior year, then you can’t graduate. Pretty stupid, I think. Luckily, I passed them all already, so all I would have to worry about are my grades and college.

It’s actually kind of weird thinking about college. During freshmen year, I didn’t think about that. I didn’t really think much about my future, just what was happening right there and then. I mean, honestly, it’s not as hard as I thought it would be. I already know what I want to major in, which is journalism. Granted, I have other possible talents and interests, but I can always incorporate those things in, which I do sometimes anyway. I already know what college I’d like to attend and how to accomplish it, but it still seems like it’s all just…flashing by  me.

Maybe I can’t believe I’m a senior because well, I’m 4’10” at almost 18…Strangely, not the shortest at my high school, though. Maybe it’s because I honestly never thought I’d make it this far. Something inside kind of made me feel like I wouldn’t make it this far. For whatever the reason, no matter how weird or silly, I’m a senior in high school this year and I’m ready for whatever the hell life throws at me.

Blink and you can miss an entire chapter of your life.