The Final Countdown

Finalizing everything for college in the fall has kept me busy. Even my current classes aren’t hectic anymore. I can tell everyone in the halls and in classes are counting down the days until summer. This month is going by so slowly and I knew that it would. It seems like people are becoming more carefree as the days pass. It’s different for me because I have the weight of the newspaper on my back. I need to finish this year succesfully so that I can brag about my accomplishments and perseverance through all this stress. 16 more days as of today. These words are what keep me going:

“I’ve been crawling to the m0untains. Skinned my knees with blood and hope. If I stayed standing I’d be drowning. The rising waters made me choke…

I’m heading for higher ground.

I left everyone behind me. I took everything I know. Half way up and I’m still climbing. Still a million miles to go. The water is drawing nearer as everything disappears…

I’m heading for higher ground.

And my foot slips but I don’t quit. And my hand grips the rock. Something pulls deep from within me. ‘Till I get there I won’t stop. I know this road; never seen it before. I know what lies behind unopened doors. I saw the signs from the distant shore that I couldn’t ignore…

I’m heading for higher ground.

Way up here the air is thinner; feel like I could go so far.”

AP Testing and What-Not

Finally, i can retire my English IV binder. It’s been such a burden on me and now I’m able to throw it in my locker and never look at it again until it’s time to clean out lockers. It was such a horrible binder, the appearance anyway. With it’s PETA stickers up and down the cracking spine which was pathetically being held together by scotch tape. I can, hopefully, rest easy in that class for the remainder of the year. It only intimidated my the first couple of months, but as winter rolled along, I wasn’t scared anymore. There wasn’t an actual reason to be afraid, except maybe dissappointing myself through Santos. I look forward to no longer dissecting poems and excerpts. It’s a horrible thing to analyze such things; they lose their beauty when you do.

The only responsiblilites that linger on my back are the next two issues of The Declaration. All the planning, preparation, and stress that I have to endure….well….it’s not something that excites me. I honestly can’t wait to be free!