Aging

December 16 is the last day I am considered, semantically, as a child. That is also the day I turn in my cap and gown order. Another coincidence.

I remember my first day sophomore year. We started at 10. My mom drove Joey, Ryan, and me to high school. That morning, Joey and I went to get coffee at Speedway. When I came home I couldn't stand the thought of three more years.

Three years later, I can't stand the thought of leaving. Making new friends. Starting something new. I'm disappointed that there is so much I didn't do, and there will never be a chance for me to make it up.