tooooo reaaaaalllll.

My boyfriend's younger sister, who is a sophomore at UNC-C just posted on facebook something about planning out the rest of future and how that was making her "sad excited."
Being the smart-ass I am, I wrote back, "wait until you're a senior. yowza."
Yowza is right. It suddenly hit me like a truck. I'm a senior.

I haven't really taken the time to dwell in the fact that I'm a senior. It hasn't really been a matter of denial, but rather I don't have time to dwell on it. My mind set has pretty much been, 'I'm a senior, and I have a ton of stuff to do and I don't have room in my brain to worry about being a senior.'
But this week is really hitting me. With my last college musical a week away, corn 2 weeks away, and only 3 more days of being the only upperclass men on campus with their onyx. (I know that's a terrible way to see it, but that's been my perspective, yet I'm super excited for '11 friends to get that magical piece of jewelery) it's been a lot of reflective time when it comes being a senior.

I've always had lots of friends that are younger than me, but we've always had school in common. Middle school, high school, college, which ever it was. School was always a common factor with those friends. And it's weird to think that is not going to be the case after May.

Senior year is always a series of "first of the lasts." At least that's how I remember high school, but that hasn't been the case at Meredith. Well, not until now. The big "last" things are coming. And time is moving way to fast. But I'm excited about the prospects of the future. Maybe it's too idealistic of me, but I'm really just going to let God lead me to where ever I'm supposed to be. Maybe that's D.C., maybe that's Raleigh for a year or two. Who knows, but I do know I have enough to worry about in the here and now and that the future is just going to have to wait for me to get there.
Where ever that is.


Senior year, you just got way real.