171 Days

I have exactly 171 days until my high school career is over. 

171 days left until I'm expected to act as an adult.

171 days left to decide where my life is going. 

I have 171 days left to make my wrongs wright.

171 days to find who I want to be. 

171 days to decide my answer the the infamous question: "What are your plans for the next 5 years?" 

I have 171 days to see the people every day that I've seen everyday for the past 12 years. 

Most importantly 

I have 171 days until graduation. 

Sorry super cliche I know. My first week of senior year is over, things have already changed so much. I got new glasses (they're actually super cute!) I made friends with somebody that I fell out of touch with on bad terms. 

Things are changing already I know it's a struggle but it's only going to get worse and the best thing to do is stick it through. These next 171 days are going to be hard, I'm going to have to grow up, I'm going to go through all of "the lasts". These last 171 days help me decide who I want to be, do I want to be the person to hold a grudge? To I want to leave without making an impact? Where am I leaving to? Am I staying here or will I finally leave this town? 

These are all big kid questions that are expected of me to know the right answer to. I don't think I ever will know the answer, I believe life is a glorious mystery, we never know what will happen we just have to trust it's the right thing. 

I know that if you're reading this you probably aren't in high school and this sounds childish, have you ever asked your teenager (or any teenager) what's In their head and had a truthful answer? Probably not, honestly I don't tell the full detailed story about my day at school when my dad asks when I get home. I can almost guarantee you any senior that started this week had theese same thoughts sometime in the past week. We've been expected to act like adults for so long now that we start to think like adults, bring the positive out but never bring the negative to the table. 

Next time you talk to a teenager see if you can get them to change their way if thinking, they might just change yours. 

(Sorry the last part of this post seemed a bit sad and solom, it wasn't meant to be. As I was typing my mind went on a serious note and I couldn't stop) 

On another note: here are pics from my first week of senior year. 

The pineapple skirt from the first day is probably my new favorite thing. Ever. Seriously. I love it.