Done.

Tis true. I am unbelievably close to graduating which, odd as it may seem, is becoming gradually easier to accept.

Initially, I was apprehensive when it came to considering life outside of the musty walls of high-school. Did I say apprehensive? I meant mortified. Of course, as a Freshman, you don't consider these things quite as much because graduation feels like a distant event that will most likely occur moments before your death. Four years is the equivalent of an eternity in the mind of a 14-year-old.

Trust me, I've been there, rather recently in fact.

But now, I'm kinda over it. Don't get me wrong; every now and then, I'm overcome by that nauseating OMG feeling, but for the most part, I've come to terms with...well...growing up.

I know, I sound like some old fart or a monk or Ghandi or something. Truthfully though, this is how I've felt for awhile now. Rather than put my fingers in my ears and yell until I've found my happy place, I freely and avidly address that eminent date.

I'm ready to be done. I'm ready to move on. I've accepted it, and now I'm eager for it. I know I'm not really in the position to be proud of myself because I haven't really accomplished any marvellous task, but the two months seperating me and my diploma are fading fast.

And after that? Who knows what I can do?