It only seems as if yesterday I awoke for the first day of fourth grade. The grade I moved to a different elementary. When Sam weurgler & Ian Webb gave me the name people call me"desi". When Kathryn gramm and I had bestfriend bracelets. And now on Tuesday morning ill be stepping into OHS in my new chucks for my last year of high school. Senior year
And to think next year ill be somewhere getting my little dorm ready ..ready to start a new beginning with me myself and I in college.
How did time fly so quickly. I seriously can't grasp this. I'm out of words to even describe this love/hate feeling I have for being a senior.
K ask me if I feel like a senior.. K go ask... My answer? NO .. I feel like a lil baby still.. One that should be sitting down waiting for the next episode of Hannah Montana or somethin.
Like some days you might say something stupid, and that’s the part of you that’s still ten. Or maybe some days you might need to sit on your mama’s lap because you’re scared, and that’s the part of you that’s five. And maybe one day when you’re all grown up maybe you will need to cry like if you’re three, and that’s okay. That’s what I tell Mama when she’s sad and needs to cry. Maybe she’s feeling three.
Because the way you grow old is kind of like an onion or like the rings inside a tree trunk or like my little wooden dolls that fit one inside the other, each year inside the next one. — Woman Hollering Creek, Sandra Cisneros
Time to grow up.
Yay.
Xoxo
Miss Desi