Does anyone remember the time when life was all about who stole your crayons? Or the time in school when the only question to answer on your paper was “What is 2+2”? I do, and times have certainly changed. I never thought my high school years would pass so quickly. I also never thought I’d end up graduating from a school whose size once frightened me. I suppose that’s what a small town does to a person like me. I’ve never had the desire to write about anything personal or anything at all for that matter. This obviously is not expertly written, but I’ve personally read worse. I’m still attempting to contemplate this senior nonsense. I cannot believe I’m a senior. I feel old now. haha The infamous senioritis virus has already found its way to me, which explains why I’m writing this two hours before it’s due.  Senioritis and procrastination are an appalling combination. My lack of creativity does not make anything easier for me either. At this point in the day, my mind has completely exhausted itself. So, farewell, adios, au revoir, and goodnight. 

P.S. Here's a blast from the past :)