Veni, Vidi, Vici

My memory is fuzzy from freshman year. Not from drugs. Just too damn long ago. I remember how hilarious my math class was, on the first day of school our teacher was cussing and was just downright hilarious, or at least we thought he was at the time. I remember being overwhelmed and scared by such a big school. I also remember a sleepover at my house with two of my guy friends and that night on the phone we met the people who would be my closest friends for the rest of high school. Funny how things work out.

Why? Because I am going to miss my school. Most people don’t like high school, and people who say high school is the time of their life did not go to college. But, I have met so many awesome people and I not so humbly admit I have a ton of friends, and I feel like I will never again have it this easy in making friends. I have always been really good at making friends, and I am going to miss Torrey Pines/San Diego. I’m sure on Grad Day I will be very happy, but I am not counting down the days, if anything, I wish there were more.

I’ve always wanted to be someone who is famous. Not for money, not to brag, not for big houses or material possessions, but so I am in the position to make a difference, someone who has influence to actually make a difference. I want to be famous so after I am gone, I won’t be forgotten. Maybe it is because I am young and immature and don’t want to be forgotten and I haven’t accepted the important things in life, but I think it is very depressing when you sit down and think about being forgotten after death.

Going to college makes me realize how at the moment, I am a no one. In the grand scheme of things, I am one of a few billion souls on this planet. I float along, day to day, doing whatever, and I am a needle in a very large haystack right now. I live in a bubble at the moment, and I am about to pop the bubble and leave it to the big world. It is going to be hard and I just don’t want to be a disappointment. My parents have never put any pressure on me. They KNOW I am going to succeed, but they are awesome and have never forced me to feel like I HAVE to succeed. But, I feel I owe them. I feel that they did such a good job raising me, that I have to succeed or I am a failure to myself and them. That is all.

It is suppose to be the time of our lives, where we meet the people we are friends with for life. It is exciting. A fresh start, a new life, but it is also very scary. Life gets serious all of a sudden, and you are in the real world now. You can have fun, but you can’t mess around. It is going to be sad being away from my family that long, and after college, my life will start. I never will spend this much time with my family again and that makes me really sa and sorry I haven’t spent as much time with my family as possible.

foreverineffable:

1. First thoughts on going to college
2. First memory of high school
3. Homecoming- what it meant to you and your memories of it
4. The most trouble you’ve ever gotten into
5. Your favorite teacher and how he/she has impacted you
6. The best dance you ever attended (pick a specific day, not just ex. “sadies is my favorite dance”)
7. A time you cried (or felt like crying) at school
8. Favorite book you actually read for English class
9. Most fun class
10. Something you never expected you’d do and ended up loving
11. How you spent your most memorable lunch hangout
12. Hardest you ever legitimately studied
13. Favorite group project
14. The teacher you hated the most 
15. Four favorite pictures/pictures that represents each of your four years the best and why/how
16. Most surprising friend
17. Oldest friend who you’ve kept
18. A memorable job, summer camp, or internship
19. Biggest regret
20. Favorite place to be on campus
21. A song that brings back nostalgia, and why
22. Your thoughts on your romantic life in high school
23. Upperclassmen who affected you
24. Underclassmen who you’ll miss
25. What you’ll miss the least
26. A memorable, spontaneous hang out
27. A word of advice to your younger self/underclassmen
28. Your parents
29. What you’ll miss the most
30. Final word

I’m gonna try this!