Growing-up

    We go through 2.5 years of our life thinking highschool is a nightmare. It sucks, we just want to graduate already. Halfway into our Junior yearwe realize that wht we really wan tis to go back to kindergarten. Then another fourth of our Junior year goes by and it finally dawns on you that you changed your mind. It went in the opposite direction, and you never even knew it.You are going into the real world. For real. You're parents have been hounding you, "you need to be more responsible, grow-up, act your age! You're not going to be able to handle college." and you brush it off. Yeah, yeah, yeah. You are completely convinced that they are underestimating you Then it hits you like a stinking cinder-block falling from the sky and landing on your darn pride. They were right all along. Infact, they were so right that they might even be wrong. We realize that they underestimated just how unprepared you truly are. You know, in that moment, that you do NOT want to graduate. Granted, yes, we all want the success, but what about wanting what you've got?. . .What about what you're losing? Your bestfriend, all of your friends, that safe place we like to call home. I don't mean the house you live in either. I'm talking the halls, lockers, streets and sidewalks, sites and sounds, even smells, and the absloute comfort that comes with it. That god darn cinder-block tells you that you are never going to have all of these things together ever again, even if you do stay. It's like a piece of your being, your life, your frail little heart just dies.Now you just need to grieve, but how do we grieve for our life? Is it eve possible? I think not. . . We will always miss highschool.