~Mahreen
Wednesday, April 13, 2011
Senior Year Reflection (in picture form)
This drawing is what i am thinking as my senior year comes to an end. To sum up I am thinking about college, graduation, band, my friends, track, and everything else on the horizon.
~Sara
the future and beyond
26days and counting...
It is already time to leave my home and to fly by myself. As I picture my life, away from my family, I am unsure of how I will react to the future. I've always been bad at adjusting quickly to the new environment. I could not adjust to the new American society as a 4th grader. I could not adjust to the move during 5th grade. I could not adjust to middle school and I still haven't adjusted to warrenton.
How in the world am I going to adjust to UVA? where most people are strangers and on their own, trying to adjust themselves...
Thank God I am rooming with a faithful friend.
I have so many things I want to do in highschool. I want to do everything. I want to experience my life to the max, until I run out of my life juice.
I now wait til the day i walk across the graduation stage. yelling whatever heck I feel like.
It is already time to leave my home and to fly by myself. As I picture my life, away from my family, I am unsure of how I will react to the future. I've always been bad at adjusting quickly to the new environment. I could not adjust to the new American society as a 4th grader. I could not adjust to the move during 5th grade. I could not adjust to middle school and I still haven't adjusted to warrenton.
How in the world am I going to adjust to UVA? where most people are strangers and on their own, trying to adjust themselves...
Thank God I am rooming with a faithful friend.
I have so many things I want to do in highschool. I want to do everything. I want to experience my life to the max, until I run out of my life juice.
I now wait til the day i walk across the graduation stage. yelling whatever heck I feel like.
Davy
Summer
Come now please. Take me away from all of this. Wrap me in your sweet arms of sunshine, and whisper softly to me on the breeze. Wash me in the waves. Fill me with the sounds and smells of freedom. The time is now. Come. Come. Come.
~Anna
The End
This is my last post for the year 2011, probably forever, because the world is going to end in 2012. The Mayans said so... The End
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