Ibrahim ran into the shower first. And though I don't shower in the same shower as him, I don't like using both showers at once because the water is less on both of them and that just sucks. So I'll wait.
Tomorrow's our LAST first day of school. It's starting to hit me. We won't be able to do better next year. There is no next year. I'm freaking out a bit. Just a bit though. I don't feel like a senior. Tomorrow is the first day of senior year. The first day of our last year. The first day of the end. It will just feel like any other first day, but it's not. It's our LAST first day. Ahah. I don't know what I'm trying to get at. I just want this year to be awesome. It's our last after all. I should feel different? Right? But I don't. It's all so surreal [fareshte's word:] I'm still in summer mode. But summer is over. I don't know what I'm expecting of this year. I just want it to be great. It won't be easy. But fun? It better be fun. cliche? quite.
I'm not freaking out anymore:]
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