Five years ago today, I graduated from high school. Some days, it seems impossible -- if I woke up tomorrow and rolled into Stimson's first period physics class, it might take me a day to realize that that was out of place. Other days, it's hard to believe that I'm that person and that those boys are these boys...we've been a lot of places since then.
I had lunch at Rico's today, our home base taco shop. It was full of underclassmen celebrating that school was out.
I was reading something recently about people who talk about what has happened to them instead of their dreams for the future. I think I'm one of those people. It's not that I don't have dreams for the future. I have many. But sometimes it feels like they're far away. And that I'm in this weird place in between great things. Five years ago, we knew we'd been having the time of our lives. And a year ago. And maybe, in the theme of senior years, three years from now, we'll feel the same.
But what does that say about today? I don't know, either.
I had lunch at Rico's today, our home base taco shop. It was full of underclassmen celebrating that school was out.
I was reading something recently about people who talk about what has happened to them instead of their dreams for the future. I think I'm one of those people. It's not that I don't have dreams for the future. I have many. But sometimes it feels like they're far away. And that I'm in this weird place in between great things. Five years ago, we knew we'd been having the time of our lives. And a year ago. And maybe, in the theme of senior years, three years from now, we'll feel the same.
But what does that say about today? I don't know, either.