It's not that I felt there was less to say, but that there was less I could say. In a way, that is still true. There are just certain things you really can't talk about with many people. At least I choose not to. Like I said, I won't use this journal as a way to bitch out people. I'll just use it to bitch. >)
I'm leaving for NYC tomorrow morning super early. I'm seeing Avenue Q tomorrow night (!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!) and Movin' Out on Friday night. I love New York, seriously.
Like many of my fellow seniors, I cannot believe that I am going into my final year of high school. It goes so fast. Unlike some, I am not sad that it's ending. I've loved a lot of aspects of my high school career, but in the end, I am more thrilled about moving on than I am sad about leaving. Besides, I have to get out of this house! ;)
I came into high school so excited about getting the hell out of St. Marks, and high school brought new issues. I learned from the very beginning that I was a lot better than I originally thought. I've met some amazing people. I've learned to love in a way I never knew was possible, and I believe it only will grow from there. I had a teacher who really believed in me, two, really. One of them thought big and dreamed big and created such big, beautiful things like The Wizard of Oz. Really, that was the most gorgeous thing we ever did. It was the last time I ever loved high school theater. The other teacher just thought I was awesome, and I wanted to work hard for her and be the best. And then there's the teachers that you have to prove yourself to. Sometimes you succeed, and sometimes you don't.
I've learned what people are worth my time and what people are not. I'm still learning that. I add to both lists all the time. I've learned how important God is to me. What makes me happy. That you have to have someone in your life who just comes in and changes things around without asking your permission- particularly your radio stations. The kind of person who doesn't care that you seem to scare the hell out of certain people. Or the person who you can always talk to about anything. Who, whenever you get sad, tells you all the things that you can do to make it better. Take a walk in the rain, smell the roses, hold a child, etc. Who is, despite any petty arguments, your soulmate. Or the person you can just laugh with and cuddle with. Without those kind of people, life is just not worth living.
And that is an extremely small portion of what I've learned in high school.