The end of summer is upon us, and what do most of us have to show for it?
A couple of great stories, a few laughs, and maybe one or two tears shed.
All in all we can agree that summer is inevitably coming to an end for most of us.
Especially yours truly seeing as the beginning of my Senior year is tomorrow.
And coming from a family that has already had two other siblings graduate high school at the same school for that matter, puts me last but not least one to graduate from that so called "California Distinguished High-School."
The overflow of emotions that im enduring right now is quite weird i should say. It's a mix of the butterflies in your stomach when you first walked into your 1st grade school or class. As well as the anxiety of seeing the cats you knew the prior year and also, the fear of having a horrible year and enduring those days where you just want to completely give up on everything.
Imagine that all wrapped into a ball, like a chocolate wonderball.
You recieve the ball and you start to chew it open, and BAM you could either get something great like more chocolate, or something lame like stickers.
Then again i just realized i've been getting a mix of both each year.
Well then hell, i want straight up chocolate.
hahaha
Okay i just lost my train of thought due to chocolate.
anyway, I've notice that every year i start school i always do the same thing.
Reminisce and reflect upon my past school successes and failures.
The times when I thought i did my best and i truly did overcome a lot of obstacles.
While those other times i just fell flat on my face and failed.
As i continue to reminisce little thoughts and images spring into my head.
Lo and Behold they're all school related events.
I recall in 1st or second grade my teacher told our class to write a story, and so i asked her if i can do a scary story, she said "of course!"
i did.
it wasn't scary.
But more of a funny story. :P
Another time in third grade, this was after i moved into rhode island, my teacher told us to write a story as well. And so! i wrote a full page and i was excited due to the fact that this was my FIRST time i wrote a full page of words.
However the story did not make any sense.
i thought it did.
My teacher called me out on it and said to the class exactly- "Remember it doesn't matter how long your story is, as long as you have a story that makes sense. Dont make a story and say OH I HAVE ONE PAGE!."
ah jeez. >_>
haha
jumping forward in time, fifth grade i can sum up in one word- Girls.
Sixth grade i still felt like an elementary student even though the school in the OC was built as a rich middle school, i felt lost and confused.
in the midle of sixth grade was when i started... Learning real things.
Like take a shower all the time, and dont be weird, and find friends, and take all the bullying and grow from it.
Middle school wasn't my high point at all.
then again it is supposed to be your middle point of your life right?
Truthfully i nearly hated everyone i knew here at a point due to everything in temecula sucking dick.
angry dick.
hahaha.
But just like everything else in life.
It Takes Time.
Thing don't happen over night, no matter how much we like to think that.
It takes years of suffering and downfall mixed in with trials and improbabilities that make this school quest so worth it.
Because this is the first day of the rest of my real life.
because the other thousand days are tutorial levels, to teach you how to survive.
Thus i should let this year be the first level my life game, and play the hell out of it until i've defeated every damn obstacle and trial and mission that in the end i can say "oh shit im done."
[Insert Picture of David graduating with his Brother and Sister]
xD
