Well, not quite.
What was it the principal said on the first day of school last Wednesday?
"Only 174 days to go!"
Thank you for that lovely reminder.
That tells me that my days of Mary Tyler Moore marathons are over...
...and that I can't just pop in an Audrey Hepburn flick any time I feel like it...
...and that my brother is thirteen...
...and that he's .1 inches taller than me.
I don't know how I feel about being...you know...
I'm bad at feeling like I'm superior to the underclassmen.
But they're all so...tiny.
Was I that tiny as a freshman?
I guess I don't want to graduate.
I don't want to be a senior.
Everyone else is constantly saying, "I can't wait to get out of here."
Is it wrong that I don't want to leave just yet?
I'm not one for change.
I was upset when I got a new bed a few years ago.
Can you imagine how frightening the prospects of college are to a person like me?
Perhaps I'll feel differently once things are more planned for my future.
Then I'll be excited.