Take a breath and let the rest come easy

That? Above? Yeah, it's how cool I was as freshman. I mean yeah. What more can I say, besides we all have those embarrassing pictures of ourselves from when were younger. But my oh my how time flies, we got the letters we wrote to ourselves in 7th grade this weekend. I'm sure I wasn't the only one who read that and was in some form of shock at how much things have changed and how quickly too. To think, (for those of us doing senior project), we have 7 school days left. Then we're allowed to never go back to that high school again. Anyways, not that anyone will care or understand my excitement, but my I talked to my senior project mentor today (one of the top forensic anthropologists in the nation and one of my professors for the next four years!) and she's just thrilled that she gets to be doing my undergrad work with me and she's going to be my adviser for at least freshmen (likely all four though) year! But wow. We're at the end. I'm not sure if it's it hit me entirely or not. Especially cause right now I can't decide whether everything is falling apart or falling together. I most certainly see what's falling apart and maybe it's for the best. But I also see how much my plans and dreams for the future are coming together. In addition to that, how much I have in my life and how many people in my life I have to be grateful for.  Nonetheless now is the I'm terrified to try and take a chance but also scared not to. I suppose it's a part of the fact that once high school is over, you really are your own person and you're given the rest of your life to decide who it is you want to be.

We have a few weeks  (sort of) left, we graduate, we have our senior party, there are grad parties. Then it's entirely possible to not see a lot of these people ever again. I think with that in mind, everyone should see how many people they can leave with positive memories of them.