As my school year drew to a close today, I sat in thought and shock for a few hours after school had ended. As I sat in the back of my friend's car, I stared at the fields passing by out our windows and laughed as she fought with her brother over whether or not we should listen to Lady Gaga. This year has truly been one of the hardest of my life thus far, academically, socially, creatively, etc. My classes have been harder, (really, chemistry and geometry?!), I've experienced heartbreak over silly boys, I've grown distant from old friends, and I've felt generally uninspired. Such ennui has been reflected through my lack of blogging, etc. But at the same time, this year has been good for me. I've come to discover who I am, and what it means to believe in myself. I am truly a strong, independent woman, and I will no longer allow myself to be disrespected or put in the place of second best. I've gained many opportunities, such as advancing into debate, gaining more skill, feedback, business, and practice with my photography, making it into a college level art class, and getting an internship with a local artist whom I have always idolized. This year has been, in simple terms, a roller coaster.
As I laughed and frolicked with my friends, my family, I thought about all of the memories, good and bad, that I've come to hold so near. As I watched my hard work go up in flames, I couldn't help but smile. Because tomorrow marks a new day. Summer has begun. And perhaps, just maybe, I can make this one the best one yet.