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-- Senior journal --
September 9, 2002
Nine months to freedom
By Lynn Renee Richter
Nine months and five days. That is all that stands between me and freedom from the world of high school.
Soon, I will be finished with Abercrombie-land for good, and believe me, I am thrilled.
Donít get me wrong. Itís been a great three years so far ó and Iím sure this last one will be fantastic ó but I canít help wanting to be done with it all.
High school is almost over, and life awaits me!
But first comes the nitty-gritty of finishing this last year.
There are the SATs to take, colleges to look into, caps and gowns to order, graduation announcements to select and send, and, of course, the task of surviving "senioritis."
Then, when the big night arrives and I am holding my diploma in hand and smiling for the 38th picture of the night, there are friends to tell goodbye.
We will smile for the cameras, hug and promise to keep in touch, but the reality is that for the most part, we will get on with our lives. Friendships will slowly fade.
It is a dilemma I am not looking forward to facing.
But I also know that life is opening up for me.
Thirteen years of school will lead up to that one night, when I will finally feel the crisp diploma in my hand and hear the whispers of unknown dreams in my ears.