In week 2 we were working in class again. We worked on our "Where I'm From" poems a little bit more as well as we started doing creative writing again. I was ready for what English 12b had in store from me. I knew it wouldn't be easy. I knew the senior project was coming up. I knew it wouldn't be easy but I was ready. I had my partner and we had solid ideas. We were ready to work our butts off, because we knew it'd be worth it at the end. I'm already having senioritis and I can't wait to get out. I'm excited to graduate. I know what I'm doing next year. I'm joining the Navy. I'm following in my great grandpa's footsteps. He served in WWII. I'm ready for this decision. I'm ready to grow up and mature.
It's a whole new week and it feels like a whole new year but it is flying by. It's kind of scary.. Soon I'll be on my own. How will I live? I can't cook, I can do dishes sometimes, I know how to do laundry but I'm too lazy to do it. I am scared. I am embracing the fear though, it fuels me. It makes me anxious to see what comes after this. On my own? Wow, I can do whatever I want. I am ready, but I am scared.