graduation

I went to see my school's production of Into the Woods last week. During intermission, I wanted to show a friend of mine a cool part of a flyer Svet made. We walked around the school, searching for a flyer. I found the flyer, and showed her another one that Josh made.

It struck me that there will come a time when those flyers won't be mine. Graduation will actually happen. The experience that five years ago my brother described as "surreal" is actually going to occur. I assumed that the principal would make his speech, announce my name, and Ashton Kutcher would come out to tell me I had been punk'd.

It's strange--I hadn't thought about it, but it really is going to happen.

My junior friends are going to take their senior portraits in two weeks, and the incoming freshmen will be inducted in about a month. I'm really going to graduate, and the visual lab won't be mine anymore. The place in which I've spent every waking free mod in since I was fifteen, won't be mine.

It's a strange realization. I didn't think that for me to go to college, I would hav e to leave high school. I've always felt ready to go, but I forgot how much I will miss high school.

How much I'll miss home really.