Last year of high school. Forever-ever, assuming it all goes well.
I hope this school year is as good as my summer has been.
Academically, I could have been more productive. I regret not finishing government (so lazy), I regret not taking more practice tests, I regret not learning calculus, I regret not getting a job (was offered one, but too late goddamnit).
But I have three hours left! AHAHA!
When I imagine writing this entry it was slightly more sentimental and contained more positive reflections of my summer.
Before I hit “Publish” and try to squeeze out a government essay, then read The Blind Assassin, I’ll just say that I feel like I’m ready to invariably lose the friends I’ve made over the past twelve years. I have one more year with them, and I’ll try to make it the best.
This did not turn out at all how I intended. Uhh…I gotta go.
