I remember my first day of Kindergarten fairly well. I was wearing a grey shirt with a pink, fluffy skirt and a pink, sparkly headband shaped like a tiara. I had a purple “Ariel” backpack with wheels and the only thing that was in it was a pink pencil case full of crayons. 

When I got to school, I placed my bag on my class number and then ran to the playground to play with my older sister. When the bell rang, I eagerly ran to my spot in line. I remember being so excited because I was the first person in line, until this random kid started crying because he missed his mom and for some reason the only thing the teacher could think of to fix this situation was to ask if he wanted to be the line leader. Like hello, am I not even here?

Isn’t it funny how the biggest struggle in Kindergarten was whether or not you were the line leader? Like what was I even stressed for? I remember crying at the dinner table because my homework was to draw a circle and color it in with a red crayon. Now I’m stressing to study for final exams and keeping my grades up so I can make it past these last two weeks of school.

Two weeks . . . just two more weeks and I am done with high school, done with being a kid. In just two weeks I will be expected to be an adult. How can two weeks turn an immature teenager into a responsible adult? 

I’m not ready to be grown yet! I’m not ready to move out and have to pay for food, water, electricity and college! I’m not ready to say goodbye to all my teachers and friends! I’m not ready, I’m just not . . .  I know this doesn’t all happen at once, I still have all summer to prepare but it’s still coming up fast and it still has to happen. I’m just going to miss it so much.

I mean high school hasn’t all been cupcakes and rainbows, there were definitely times I would never wish to relive but there are other times I wish I could replay over and over again. There are some people in this school I would be happy to never see again and so many others I wish I could take with me forever.

High school doesn’t have to be the end. I can choose what my life will be like now, it might not go 100% according to plan but it’s my life. I may not be ready to live on my own right away but I wasn’t ready for high school right away either. I can do this. Bring it on, life!