Senior Year

I've been sick all week. It's given me a lot of time to think. And when I say think, I mean watch countless episodes of How I Met Your Mother, Buffy the Vampire Slayer, and Doctor Who-- sprinkling in the occasional rom-com and nap.

I am finally starting to feel better. Still, I am spending my Saturday in my apartment eating hash browns, watching tv, and reminiscing about high school.

You don't realize how far you've come until you remember all the shit you had to put up with from age 14 to 18. Oh how times have changed.

Four years ago I was on the verge of my senior year of high school.

Now I am on the verge of my senior year of college. Well, when I say verge, I've still got seven weeks of summer so...

High school. What the heck, amiright?

If you are in high school: Right now you will think this is the best time of your life. Or you will be frustrated that it is not the best time of your life. Try to embrace the moment either way.

Because I am here, four years later, to tell you that it's not really all that great of a period of time.

And if you are my age and you are reading this and thinking I am wrong: I'm here to tell you that in fact you are wrong. You are also probably exactly the kind of person in high school that made it not ideal for me. So, thanks.

There will always be bitches and bros in high school. If you are one or were one of those bitches or bros, please stop. Because in high school the people who are like me thought you were so cool-- cooler than us by far. Congrats. But now, after high school, the people who are like me just think you are dumb and/or fat and/or arrogant and/or washed up. But we most definitely are cooler than you now.

I'm not friends with many people from high school. I'm not even facebook friends with many people from high school-- and you know that means they are low, low down on my priority list.

Who are those people who I went to high school with? I don't think I ever knew them. I spent four very vital years sitting next to people who never gave me a second glance the day after we graduated. Those people who I walked past in the halls everyday, who at our five/ten/fifteen year high school anniversary I probably won't even recognize. I have no idea who they are.

From my graduating class, who knew anything about me? Like really anything important about me?

I thought senior year of high school was going to be epic. And it was in my mind, at that time, pretty epic. But...

Look how far I've come. Maybe the people who went to high school with me can't see it. I can see it. And I know they've probably come far as well.

My senior year of college is going to be epic. Maybe in four years I will think it's nothing compared with where I will be then, but that's okay. As long as there is continued progress.