I've been so caught up in the "Woo hoo I can't wait to get out of here!" attitude of a typical second semester high school senior that I've completely overlooked its inevitable partner in crime: "High school is really about to end?" (who, by the way, has lots of cousins: "I'm leaving all my friends behind?" and "Was I really there four years already?" and "Am I ready to grow up?")
Last Saturday night was Prom. I can't remember what it was exactly, but something the DJ said during "Lean on Me" really got to me. My eyes started to water up a little. The 25+ people I was in a circle with were going to be on the opposite side of the country from me in just four short months...the majority of which I would probably never see again (unless I sneak back to Prom next year with Coleen, that is). I've been asked countless times if I'm scared to move all the way out to Utah for school. The easy answer has been no, but since Saturday I haven't been able to help but think about how much it's starting to freak me out. I only know two people who will be/are going there. TWO PEOPLE. I could count that on half of a hand, for Pete's sake!
Someone needs to teach me how to Skype.
<-- Lauren and I at Prom!