It's senior year. What happened?
I could've sworn just yesterday I was riding my big wheeler down my driveway in order to fend off dragons (I was too unathletic to want to play something cool like basketball). Even though that one awkward relative that I don't quite recognize pinches my cheeks and tells me how much I've grown, I still feel as if I haven't changed dramatically over the years. Don't get me wrong, I'm certainly wiser (and much more appealing to the ladies), but I've always kept a constant set of traits that have been very defining. Like, my tendency to trip over my words when I'm excited, or bang the same spot on my right knee on anything that is even remotely in the way. They say the older you get, the more refined your identity becomes; but as my senior year rolls around, I feel myself looking on hopefully to "College Connor", while still being tugged on by childhood nostalgia. I swore to myself that I wouldn't be looking back when it was time to leave this town, but I see now why so many before me have had trouble saying goodbye. The only thing I can honestly say with confidence, is that I need to cherish all the memories and friends I've made over the last decade, and take nothing for granted.
SORRY if this post was drastically dryer than its counterparts, but I felt it had to come out sooner or later. -Con
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