Senior Year and Senior Stress

I don’t know about you, but school is starting in a week. It is the beginning of my senior year. This is the last year of my normal school life. This is my last year of living at home. This is my last year where I have to pretend I like these people that I have lived my whole life with. The thought of moving on with my life scares me and excites me all at the same time.

In a week’s time I will start one of many first-of-many-lasts. It will be my last football season that I will watch as a cheerleader. It will be my last year of going to school 8-3. Along comes my last homecoming, Sadie’s, and prom. I have to think about the college I want to go to. I have to apply for scholarship after scholarship. This seriously intimidates me. When I google scholarships all it does is scare me. I see 10,000 scholarships all together and I have no idea what to do. I just wish that I was super rich and could afford college without a second thought. And that I was exceptionally smart so that I could get into anywhere. But neither of these are the case. I am a smart but not too smart, middle class seventeen year old. This does not help my case in any way.

I am hoping that my crazy amount of extracurricular will get me through the college process. I didn’t wear myself out for nothing. This brings me to another thing: Senior year. It is my last chance to do everything. It is my last year to make memories. It is my last chance to make everything count.
I have known the same people since I was five. This small town girl in this small town. And sometimes it is great. Without going to a school of 200 kids I would have none of the opportunities that I have gotten. I am truly blessed. But I need to move on. I need to start the next chapter of my life. But before I do that I need to finish my senior year. I need to make memories. And cherish being seventeen. I need to remember my last year of being a stupid naive teenager. Well what little bit of a stupid naïve teenager that I have inside me.

So here is to you. That even if you are some grown adult that is listening to my stupid story, that you will make this year the best one yet. That you will YOLO it up even though that saying is over used and annoying. But regardless of your age you can thing like there is no tomorrow. But that might take lots of work for me.