The more that I think about it, the more it becomes perplexing -- I'm ready for college [I think, and at least in mind] but not for Senior year. I don't know. Something about Senior year makes things seem... finite. If I could, I'd just skip it. But that's just me.
Ah, the beginning entry of a blog. I suppose I should probably tell you things about myself. Or we can just go along while learning. Either way, I'm going to have to spill the beans about what I think about this fine, fine world of ours. Ah, well. A nice walk to school should gear me up for the day ahead. Fact #1 about me: I walk to school and from school most days, unless I get a ride from my parents. I suppose that I am of a minority, at my age and not having my licence. I just got my permit several months ago. I guess I care more about my grades/GPA than I do my mobility. How wrong of me to suggest that that isn't the norm.
Catch ya later, chickies.