I had a slightly different experience from eight although the overwhelming sense of nostalgia and excitement where much the same. my big note from today was that it felt unbearably long I was dying by the end. ironically I am only there for half the day since I take online classes. regardless it was like the never ending marathon that im hopelessly out of shape to run. I don’t mean to come off like it was this horrible experience because it wasn’t I was glad to see my friends and dive into this last year before college. unfortunately I didn’t get to caress the beloved circle tables as it seems eight did but I did come home to chipotle (little known fact: my mother is the holiest of human beings to ever walk the face of any planet). regardless of the devastation of actual school work it was a beautiful day. from the inevitable awk picture my parents took this morning to walking the halls and never feeling more confident doing so. alas senior year hath arrived and we have no option but to define it.

-eight nine till tomorrow

the last first day. kinda sounds like a new nicholas sparks best seller… anyway, today. excitement filled me from my toes to my overly blushed face (note to readers: blush is a sacred tool, proceed with caution) we walked in all holding hands, super symbolic. one of our pretty rad friends was crying and when i saw those rad tears falling down her rad face it hit me, pretty hard i might add, that we’re not babies anymore. what if i’m not ready to leave the prison gates of The Coliseum? this over exaggerated sadness soon left me as i trekked up the stairs (hike to the second floor… difficulty:37 feels like: mt. everest) to my first period. was not thrilled, lets just say that. some might ask… eight, how did you keep your spirits alive? well, homies… knowing there was a circle table in the senior section calling my name. now, this may not seem like a big deal to most, or even the slightest bit important, but we’ve all been waiting 3 years for those cherished circle tables. picture this: so, its the hunger games and you’re standing in front of the cornucopia. the only thing that separates you from (insert desired weapon) is 23 hungry, prepubescent teenagers, out for blood. thats our lunch room and instead of 23 its more like 200. and i was victorious.

nine,

I pray that this year no matter how important or difficult the obstacle nothing becomes more important than our god and that we remember our honor and privilege of being able to encourage our guy friends and love our girls. I pray we remember yl camp and make more great memories based around our god. our best and worst times are still ahead.

-nine

**WARNING**

eight, only read on graduation day. or else.. (dum dum dum)

so, senior year starts tomorrow. shit. i’m feelin all sorts of emotions right now, can’t imagine how you’re feeling, you’re like officially old now. i’m so pumped to look back on this page on graduation day and see what’s changed.

i hope to change “the bubble” forever. i want to laugh until my stomach hurts at least once a day. embrace my zits (they’re a sign of being young) grow my hair out to my butt. LOVE PEOPLE. don’t sweat the small stuff. eight, i can’t wait to see what you’re gonna do for the next four years of your life. please get a subaru… seriously please. i want to do everything (within reason) and anything. meet new people. get crafty. put some more work hours in, seriously eight, you take the meaning “part time” to a whole new level. grow with god. let the obstacles in my way strengthen my faith. sufferings produce perseverance.

this year i hope to have the time of my life.

p.s. please don’t fall walking across that stage.

p.p.s wear a reasonable heel height