A Quarter of a Year

You know what's scary?

Realizing that there are only three short months until you graduate.

That's right, folks. Three months from today, my high school years will be over. I only have one quarter of a year left! I know, when you look at it that way, it seems like a long time. But three months is a very short interval.

To put some of this in perspective, here are the major events happening during the rest of my high school career: Two weekends of Pippin at O'Hara (more on that soon), receiving college decision letters, Easter break, actually deciding where I'm going to college, AP exams, Senior Prom, final exams, Baccalaureate Mass, and then, graduation. That's all, folks. Talk about surreal.

I'm trying to find that balance between seizing the last days of high school and just relaxing and enjoying the ride. I don't want to look back and have any regrets - not that I'm planning to. The past four years have been the best of my life, and I will miss them dearly. But as the time winds down ever closer to June 6th, I get a feeling that grows every day - the feeling that I am finally ready to move on to the next part of my life. In one way, it's unsettling and uncertain and scary, but in another, it's completely awesome.