Everyone dreads this day. It's the marker that alerts us to the last portion of the summer, the la
st month, the last chances, the last "hoorah" before school starts again.
st month, the last chances, the last "hoorah" before school starts again.And then, it's booksbooksbooks, mechanical pencils, clean notebooks, and a fresh start.
I'm a senior, and I'm terrified.
I'm in the middle of something complicated and difficult and fun and scary and amazing. I don't know what to do, but I know that everything will turn out alright. It always does, in the end. Meanwhile, I try not to worry, but nights like this make me anxious. What if I do something wrong? What if I step out of bounds? What if I'm just setting myself up, again? What if these people don't approve? What if, what if, what if?
What if nothing is as it seems, and everything is what it isn't?
sunshine.
4 comments:
Trust is such a beautiful thing.
And I hate that summer is almost over! It needs to last foreverrrrrrrr hahaha.
summer seems to have slipped through my fingers. i guess that's because of work. i'm afraid of the school year starting. part of me just knows the shows i'm gonna work with, will suck.
Yeah, but senior year is going to be the best, and the worst year of all time. I hope you're ready, 'cause this is my second experience with it.
One must be as the bird, in the eye of the storm.
If you know your boundaries, and go with the flow, you can avert any catastrophe.
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