Graduation? Not me. I have 9 more months. But I do have another year coming to an end.
My fourth year of college. I get to watch all of my friends walking across the stage... diploma in hand. I should be walking with them. I will get there. 9 more months.
I watch. No one around me is ready for the real world. They know it too. They stick a toe in the water, and then run back to dry land as quickly as their legs carry them. I may not be ready, but I'm ready to move on. I'm ready to see where my life is going, what the future holds, and life beyond this school.
Twenty-one years old. I shouldn't have life figured out yet. If I did, the rest of my life would be pretty dang boring. Seriously. I don't plan on having life figured out until I'm atleast 45. I figure by that time I should atleast have the ground rules down. :)
I have another month until I should write about reminiscing on the past year. I may get sentimental. I may get delerious. Who knows. I don't have to worry about that for another month.
Latest book I read: Where the Red Fern Grows
I cried. Seriously, amazing book.
:)
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