It just hit me. At of the start of writing this post, I have 74 days, 1 hour, and 10 minutes until graduation. As I get super excited and nervous for the future; I can’t help but wonder where did the time go? It sure doesn’t feel like I have lived for almost eighteen years. Or that I am prepared to move to a WHOLE NEW STATE only a minimum of 800 miles away and exist on my own!
I joke with my mom that she is going to have to send me away with a three-inch binder with an instruction manual complete with pictures for how to take care of myself. The sad part is that I like to think I am pretty capable of being self-sufficient too; i mean I can cook, wash dishes, do a mediocre job of the laundry, clean, vacuum, and stay organized, but the thought of actually having to transport myself to the store and buy q-tips and toothpaste is daunting. Okay, that is an exaggeration, but it already takes me FOREVER at the store when I decide to cook and need to get the ingredients.
I am beginning to realize the many things of my childhood I have taken for granted at some point or another in my life; fresh sheets on my bed, homemade and just out of the oven cookies, dinner on the table every night when I get home, the list really doesn’t end. Everyone reading this needs to go home and thank your mommy. Or at least give her a call.
While pondering how I will exist on my own, I can’t help but wonder what my family will do with me gone. Yes, I know my family, and the entire world as a matter of fact, doesn’t revolve around me, but there is a serious question that need to be answered.
Who will help eat all the leftovers? I have eaten leftovers for lunch (and sometimes dinner) regularly since sixth grade. Yes, I do eat them willingly, they are usually really good. I say this jokingly, but in all seriousness, it will be an adjustment for all of us, not just me as is often assumed.
I just asked my sister what three things i did at home were and she replied quickly, “You eat, sleep, and do homework.” Ladies and Gents, my sister tells it as it is. I think the geniuses who set up the school system made high school and getting into college so demanding so that the transition from high school to college would be easier on families. On school days, I am pretty much gone from 7:30 to 5:30, home for dinner and then either alone doing homework, or at another event, and then hiding upstairs doing homework. Like I have said before, that is why dinner time is so precious to me; it really is one of the few times I see my family during the week. On weekends, I’m home a little more, but homework, track meets, soccer games, and friends are still ever-present as well.
I guess I am in that stage where I can’t wait to graduate, but yet I can. Senioritis is waging a hard battle, as seen in the fact that at the end of this post I now have 71 days 20 hours and 12 minutes until graduation. Thank goodness that only adds up to 43 more school days. At the same time, I’m rather fond of the regular schedule that I have right now, even if it is fraught with homework and studying for AP tests; I’m still not completely for it to change just yet. But then again, I guess they call it change for a reason; no one is every completely ready for it or else they would call it Normal(version 2.0).