If I have learned anything throughout my senior year of high school, it is that life keeps on coming.
Senior year has definitely been my most stressful and hectic year of high school.
Yet, I am fifty-eight days from my graduation ceremony, and everything is really starting to hit me.
I will no longer be in high school.
I will no longer be living with my parents.
I will be one hundred fifty miles from home.
I may never see some of my classmates again (all sixteen of them).
I have to be a big kid.
I have to provide for myself.
When I think these thoughts, all I want to do is go back to being a five-year-old without a care in the world.
Life was so easy back then. We didn’t have to worry about boys and school and scholarships and drama and all of it.
What I would give to make mud pies and dance and sing in the cattle yard with my sister and cousin one more time.
What I would give to go back to my babysitters and play with my childhood best friends.
What I would give to go back to when my brother was born.
Now, don’t get me wrong, I am extremely happy to be attending the college of my dreams next year and to work towards becoming a practicing oncologist.
That doesn’t mean that I don’t have fears and uncertainties.
There is one thing that I am certain about, however.
Life keeps on coming.