The First of the Last

Of high school. Of reading syllabuses. Of wondering.

It's the first day of the last year of the most awkward four year period of my life.

It's the first day of the last chance that I have to choose where I want to go from here.

It's the first time that for the last time I've stopped caring about whether my friends are in my classes, or what they will be like, or if we will hang out.

It's the beginning of a new year.

And now that I've got the sentimental bit out of the way, may I just say...

High school sucks.

Get me out of it.

Now.

I want to go to college.

NOW.

Oh, and...

Why do I have to wake up so god damned early?

It's 6:26 A.M.

And I'm sitting in D.I.A. with an hour until my flight.

Welcome to morning travel.