Right now, I am so insanely lost.
It's really and finally begun to hit that I'm leaving. Next year, I will be taken from my comfort zone and thrown in with a bunch of total strangers that are years older than me. There won't be any Josh to pout at and hug who asks "What's wrong?" and there won't be a Shane to annoy to the ends of this life and the next.
I won't get to spend hours with Mrs. Swartz and Mrs. Joseph; my few hours are already taken by the Spanish teacher and tutoring. Part of me is really going to miss it... the acting like a complete goof with Lee during all of our presentations and making Star Wars pinatas for Mr. Davenport.. the ripping on Mrs. Swartz because she just cannot teach math.. the screaming out random words during history and having Mr. Hanson be the only one who knows what I'm talking about..
I've spent a really long time trying to get out of here, and, now that it's finally a reality, I'm not sure if I want to let go. Sure, it's a grand thing; everyone's told me so. But, what happens when I get bored with that?