
I guess I’ve always been ready to leave high school, being surrounded by a bunch of unappreciative-arrogant-oompa loompas got irritating after sophomore year—I’m just scared to leave what has become my comfort zone. I have to start fending for myself now; no more riding bikes with training wheels, this is it. Also, saying goodbye or “see you later” to people who have grown to be important figures in my life will be thus far the most difficult thing I’ll ever have to do. I’m both excited and devastated. June 7, 2012, you’ll go down as the definition of, bittersweet.