Another year is drawing to a close at Princeton High School. Finals are in session, the hallways are bare of posters and pictures, yearbooks are circulating through different arms of different friends. The seniors are almost completely out the door, which means that before I know it, the coveted title will be handed over to me. I get shivers just thinking about it; it feels like I’ve been in high school for way more than three years, no, it’s felt like eons.
But this year really feels like it flew by. And these last few days, though an nuisance because if it weren’t for those stupid snow days, we wouldn’t still be here, are practically slipping through my fingers. So am I getting sentimental? Hardly. I’ve still got another year of memories to build, and quite frankly, junior year wasn’t anything special. Unless I want to reminisce on stress, which sounds like all sorts of fun.
Instead, I need to decide what’s going to be done this summer. I’ve got an entire summer, and my only plans are work, gymnastics, and Emmy’s 18th birthday. And a whole lot of True Blood.
Or maybe I don’t need to have any solid plans for the summer, and just let it happen. Freshman year, I made a list of one hundred things that I NEEDED to do before the summer ended. I did about five of them (surprisingly including climbing onto a roof-and a roof at the University too!), but I also met Shia LeBeouf and almost ran into Megan Fox and watched copious amounts of filming for Transformers 2, a movie which I still haven’t seen. That’s worth so many more memories than, say, touching a pigeon, or getting a henna. Summer is the season that needs to just flow.
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