"So long sweet summer, I stumbled upon you and gracefully basked in your rays."

I knew one day that this post would come. It's the post that I was trying to put off and avoid writing. I was thinking that if I didn't write it that it wouldn't come. Tomorrow will be my last and final day getting up, feeling nervous, and walking onto campus as a college student. That's right I am going to be graduating in December. I really don't like to deal with major life changing things, and December is going to be one of them. I really don't have a plan for what I'm doing when I'm done, where I am going. I feel like there is a ton of pressure to answer these questions. What if I just want to be for awhile? I think that's me, the procrastination is definitely kicking in. I don't want to step into the real world as an adult. But the time has come, posts of final things, final soccer games, yahtzee games, and final goodbyes.

I have always had an interesting time the night before classes started, even when I was little. I remember going shoe shopping for school and waiting until the first day of school. I would rock those running shoes all white and all. It's the anticipation for the friends and the normalcy. I've been going to school and getting the weird butterflies for 16 years of my life. That's a lot out of 22 years. So I'm hoping to make the best of every moment that happens and live up my last semester. I know there isn't going to be a bus to pick me up as a little kindergartener on the first day of school. My mom isn't going to make sure that everyone plays nice before the bus and she won't be there for me when I get off to ask me how my day was. It's all me this time, I just hope I can get on that bus on my own. It's time for me to have my own wings and fly.