Summer of Love
I’m sitting in the gym, next to my boy friend and best friend, listening to the assistant princle give all of us seniors directions for graduation. I hear talking all around me, things like “Oh my gosh, I can’t believe it’s over!” and things like “This is the last time we will all be together in this gym.” And then the assistant principal screams “ Last names K-M come line up.” That’s me. The only thing on my mind today is come on, this is it, never have to deal with these people or this school again, I’m done, I’ve made it through high school.
High school was never my thing. I tried to be involved and joined the cheer squad, but by my junior year we had a new coach, long story short we definitely did not get a long, so that ended my cheer career and I had always been interested in music I was in choir since my freshman year but I kept to one class at a time because cheerleading took over my life. When I decided not to cheer my senior year and had talked to my choir teacher, who I absolutely loved, I had agreed to take four classes with him: Concert Choir, Madrigals, Show Choir, and Music Theroy AP, but about a week later he tells our choir class that he’s moving to Oregon, so there goes my senior year because like I said before, new teachers and I don’t get along very well. So its easy to say that I was not very excited for my senior year of high school.
I’m just excited for it to be over. I’m excited for summer. Little did I know that this summer would change everything.
Graduation came and went so fast that I don’t really remember it. It’s only been a month into summer and already I had graduated high school, started working full time, officially broken up with my boyfriend of give or take four years, and get hit with the news that one of my bestfriends since I was about nine years old is being deployed to Afganistan at the end of summer. It’s only been a month and theres still 2 more left, what else can happen?