Seven years later

Three weeks before the start of my senior year I found myself holding an unopened -rather large- envelope addressed to me. The packet read “Welcome to Montana!”, I tore it open. Inside was a blue folder reading “Montana State University, mountains and minds” and within it I found my acceptance letter. I had been accepted, I got into one of my top-pick schools before my senior year had even begun. I was crying tears of joy, but also of disbelief as I sat in front of my mail slot.

It feels like just yesterday my friends and I were passing around a box of tissues during our fifth grade graduation; we felt so old. We thought we were untouchable, unbreakable, and ready to take on the world. Now, seven years later, we are preparing to do it all over again. This time for real. I don’t think it has hit me yet, but I am actually a senior. All those years of watching “High School Musical” thinking Troy and Gabriella were so old in the third movie, but now, I am that old- my friends and I are Troy, Gabriella, Sharpay, Ryan, and who ever Corban Bleu’s character was. It’s just kind of crazy. This year we start to map out where life will take us next; we start thinking about what we want to spend the rest of our lives doing. We have to envision where we see ourselves in ten years.

As summer draws to a close, I, a student of the class of 2016, am terrified about what is to come, but I do know I am excited to see where life takes me next.