In four days from now, I will be home for the summer. It’s so strange to think where I was this time a year ago, and that I have made it through a whole school year. I leave Richmond having at least some what of a better idea of what I want to do with my life. I have tried new classes, and loved things I thought I would hate, and hated things I thought I would love. I have tried and succeeded, and tried and failed. I have made some incredible friends, and had some incredible times.
We had our Sirens WILLS party tonight, and had to say goodbye to the seniors. After such emotional goodbyes in high school, it was strange that there were no sentimental speeches or tears. I know I will miss these girls, and I imagine that by the time I am getting ready to graduate, it will be much more upsetting to leave the Sirens behind.
This year has not gone completely the way I planned. I am not doing theatre, or choir. I’m not in a sorority. The a cappella boy I “chose” is no longer doing a cappella, though we’ve had conversations in the music lab. But I can also think back to the pure elation I had when I was accepted here last April, and when I got into the Sirens in August. Though it is not exactly what I imagined, I am still so grateful to be where I am.
I have earned way too many negative points in the last 12 hours
Help someone compose my final project for me
I have convinced myself that my friends are planning some cool surprise for my birthday but I also could be reading into things too much—I guess we’ll see tomorrow
If y’all thought concert auditions were never ending, consider for a moment how today I sat through auditions and callbacks from 10-12:30 and 2:30-6:00 (with the break filled with a performance at an alumni luncheon), complete with girls who couldn’t even warm up on pitch