Senior Year, Finally.

For as long as I can remember, I always had an age or stage to look forward to.

When I was nine, I was so pumped to become ten; to finally have a double digit age. Once I hit age ten, I realized nothing spectacular happened, so I then began waiting for middle school. middle school came, classes changed, and I finally started feeling older. As soon as I got comfortable in middle school, I was ready for high school. I was ready for fifteen; I was ready to get a dorky picture on my permit and get my hands on the wheel. Then, my world flipped when I began preparing to go out of country at sixteen years old for a year. While away, I found myself wishing time would actually stop. I came to the understanding that this is it. "This is  it," constantly ran through my mind. I had spent my whole life wanting it move faster, wanting to hit a fast forward button, but now, now I was wishing I could stop time.

Now, I am a senior in high school. Time flew, people changed, friends were made, enemies were forgotten, hearts were broken, love was bonded, and decisions were beginning to be shaped. Today, on this November day, I sent my final copy of my application to the University of Missouri - Kansas City. I want to be a flight nurse. I want to save lives, so I applied for the school of nursing.

Today, on this November day, I decided to do this for me; pushing my mom's ideas out of my head, stop trying to please people I can't, and start doing things for me. Today, I realized that sometimes you need to do things for yourself first before you can ever do something for anyone else. I realized that sometimes you need to do things alone; that people are unpredictable and that it doesn't matter how many promises are made, eventually, promises are broken.

Senior year has been flying by, and I don't know how to slow it down. But, I do have something to look forward to now: I have the rest of my life to figure out who I am and who I need and want in my life. I've found something bigger to look forward to, something unpredictable, but it's still something.