Starting over.

As time sets in and the distance grows I know that nothing changes but everything is different. But as i grow up and learn that nothing is as it seems, I can let go of the problem to say welcome to a new beginning. Since this new beginning is starting with my senior year of high school, which will probably be the most difficult yet, but I am not nervous, maybe a tad bit scared but it is nothing I can't handle. Even if I have to tackle this new challenge with half of my support system soaking up the sun 1700 miles away. But you get over it. Anyway with this Final year staring me in the face it is the simple little piece of paper that I sign at the bottom to apply to my future. Not to mention a chance to start my career within the summer. Life looks up with every new door that presents itself and since so many have shown up, I can't help but wait for the other shoe to drop although I know usually bad things happen in groups of threes, and since that has happened this year maybe karma will sit back and just let to freedom of success come. Fingers crossed.

Saying Goodbye to the Old

As the old seniors of Mt. Spokane walk across a small stage toward their future, us juniors, we welcome our last year as a wildcat and invite changes to stroll into our young lives.This is a time to make a college decision and a job for extra cash decision as well as a time for making mistakes and spending the last 180 days walking the halls of Mt. Spokane. Although the four years we spent here, either made or broke some people. But since everyone is different the experience varies, as well as relationships built with teachers. There are some people, students and teachers, that have affected my heart and myself so greatly that thirty years from now when I pull out an old year book from my junior year and blow off the dust of what once was my youth; the teachers and students that have affected me will be the ones I remember even when I can't recall the day before. Fingers leave marks when you touch something, just like the way when your heart get love. Fingerprints never leave the lives we touch. Well as I get older I see my mom grow sadder that her baby is all grown up and getting there way to fast, but I also see a part smoldering in her eyes of pure pride and I couldn't be happier to have been able to put that there. Some days I wish I could be five again but they are getting more and more rare as I fall more in love with LCSC. I know as a 17 almost 18 young lady I need to look to the future and not back to the easy days of mud pies and sand box playing with my sister. Well we keep looking more into college and I have yet to hear one bad thing about LCSC, which is very good and makes my hard decision that much more painless. But having our last summer as a wildcat, it will be fun kicking it off before it truly even ends! But okay well all I will say is Au Revior mes amis! I will miss you but I can't wait to take your place holding a diploma and showing off my tassels!!