So here I am, beginning the last weekend before my senior year of high school. All I've ever known is the go to school for 9 months, then get off for the summer routine. And this is the last of it. This is officially the last weekend of my childhood, of my freedom, of my youth. Tuesday I have to wake up, make myself focus on school, and start worrying about what college I'm going to attend, and how I'm going to support myself for the rest of my life. ...Not to mention worry about my friends slipping away. This summer I've faced a little too much growing up, and I know that's only the beginning. The impossible things became possible, but I don't think anyone could have handled it any better. I definitely got proved wrong on many levels. Senior year. Nope, I still don't believe it. I remember being in elementary school, looking up to the high school students thinking 'i'll never make it there. i'm never going to grow up. it'll take forever.' It didn't. I love beavercreek, it's systems, and the people in it. I'm not ready to say goodbye. But considering leaving is inevitable, though it's going to take blood, sweat, and many many tears, I'm determined to make the very best of this year. I want to take it and prove to everyone, and more importantly myself, that I'm really not the dumb useless whore that the world views me as. I'm gonna save the world. This summer, I really did fall completely apart, and the most amazing people helped put me back together. I was the humpty dumpty love song, and they had the glue. I don't ever want to take them for granted. I just hope more than anything that everyone stays together through this year, and through the years to come. I don't want anything or anybody else to fall apart. Here's to you, 17 years of crazy.