And now it's all over and I think I am going to miss it all. For so long I had been craving summer. Every fourth period was spent looking at the clock and hoping it would end. For so long I would smell paint and remember the night that I painted my house in the summer. Every journal entry was reminiscing about the summer. Every 11:11 or 7:56 I would wish for the stars to come back out so I could make wishes on them (everyone knows that stars are much more effective when wishing on important things).
Honestly, school, I'm going to miss you. I dreaded school before it started. But it slowly got better. I cried myself to sleep the night before school started- and a few nights before that. And like having to talk in front of my class or in sacrament meeting, every time someone mentioned Lone Peak I wanted to puke.
But then I realized something.
The boys in high school are hotter than the boys in Jr. High.
Well, this made things much more entertaining for my friends and I. I realized another thing.
When things suck, I can just read.
I found out that all those losers in the back who just read the whole time are not really in the back at all but where ever there book is. Yes, I was pretty much furious when I found out that they were all keeping this secret from me -and if ya know me, I must know all secrets.
And yet again, I realized another thing that my Self never bothered to tell me.
I could very well have the worst 'plans' and I'm the most awkward person in the world.
Oh no, not a soul- not even my own- cared to tell me that important information. Rubbing people's arms, accidentally spanking that girl's butt. Oh, don't forget that man's thigh! And my crazy dreams that I tell people they're in. Also, forgetting to keep the whole yes-I-stalk-you-on-facebook thing a secret. I have humiliated myself a number of times and I am sure I just awkward-ed people out of their minds... or at least out of my life.
But just one more thing that I was unaware of when I started this whole coming-to-high-school business.
I was going to miss it.
Nobody warned me about these things called 'friends' or 'teachers' or 'rockin seminary classes' or 'crazy kids named Matt'. Not even the 80's music playing in the halls or boys with yellow shirts was mentioned. Nope, don't know why I wasn't informed about all those dangerous things blocking my summer path. Hm... how 'bout a dumb metaphor? They're like those orange cones in the middle of the road... except they move. Like in Toy Story! So, basically, I was bombarded with a ton of toys hiding under caution cones as I headed down the hallways. And it's dangerous for this summer lovin', summer missin', summer cravin' girl, you know?
And would you like to know something even worse? I now smell paint and remember that Lone Peak's halls are always being painted.
now we're back to the beginning. it's just a feeling that no one knows yet.
