Obviously I know tomorrow is (technically) my last day attending classes at Chaska High School, but I haven't quite absorbed this fact yet. The idea just sounds way too surreal to be true. At 3:00 tomorrow, my world is no longer that school but rather whatever I make it to be. I'm hoping to make my world one that isn't confined to the Twin Cities area but rather as international as possible. There are so, so, so, many things that we take for granted here or in any developed country. Some of the most basic things, such as our political and social freedoms and even right to exist as a human being, go unnoticed every day. To us they are such a part of our norm that we rarely, if at all, imagine what it would be like to lose it all. Unfortunately, the lack of that all and more are the norm for far too many people in this world. Which is why after all of my schooling (goal being a PhD in Biological Anthropology) and certifications (by the American Board of Forensic Anthropology) my dream is to serve as a forensic anthropologist for the United Nations identifying genocide victims. For me it would be the chance to show the rest of the world what injustices have been inflicted while no one was watching, to tell the stories of those who no longer can. My hope is to bring the world closer to a universal recognition and respect of human dignity.
That's where I want to go with my life. But right now, I'm here; I am an eighteen year old girl, living in Chaska, Minnesota,college-bound, and still with so much to figure out. There are times where I still feel like the freshman who is intimidated by everyone and everything. Who can't talk to boys because that is clearly way too scary and what if I look or sound stupid. The sophomore who cared about sports. And only sports. (I should have cared more for the people in my life and how wonderful they were to me). The junior, that while one friend is pregnant, I still have yet to receive my first kiss to understand the concept of what it means to have a boyfriend or be in a relationship or "have a thing" with someone. The senior who is trying to take chances and live without regret. That is learning how to show emotions and feelings and accept that sometimes it is okay to have a bad day. It is okay to need to talk to someone. The senior that learned a lot, through good and bad experiences, throughout the year.
So, here's to summer 2012. To going swimming in the dark when you're supposed to be at home, to the bonfires that lead to the meaningful heart-to-hearts, to cherishing what time we have to enjoy life with friends, to long days on the beach, to too often trips to Freeziac's, and to whatever else comes along the way. No matter what happens, it's going to be the best summer yet. It will contain more colors and more noise and more memories. :)
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