Soaker Season

Today hit close to 70 degrees which is a remarkable accomplishment considering a month ago we were still fearing snow. All of this warm weather, combined with the impending end of my high school career in the form of the formal parade of pomp and academic glory of graduation, has gotten me very excited. So excited that I've taken up yard work. Planting flowers, edging, mulching, these are sides of myself than I never knew existed. Andrew the florist doesn't exactly fulfill my ideal career goal, however I'd be lying if I said I didn't think it had a nice ring to it.

With the warm weather comes some other interests, namely: soaking. Water warfare has been a serious hobby of mine for close to six years now, and while my interest in it has waned of late, I'm not about to let the last summer I have before college go without a single water fight. Currently, things are falling into place for a graduation party for both me, and by best friend Sean. I've been best friends with Sean for about as long as I've been soaking, so it would stand to reason that in addition to lots of grilling, football, and cake, there were also be a few large-scale water fights.

School is going good, but I am definitely beginning to succumb to senioritis. They say its bad, but I disagree. It feels great knowing that in a few months I will not be subject to the same obligations and academic commitments that have tied me down for the past four years. And while college holds the promise of an entirely new set of challenges, far greater in scale and diversity than anything I have encountered before, I cannot help but be grateful for the alleviation of all that I have come to despise. I recently learned of my class rank, 28 in a class of 360 or so students. Needless to say, I was pretty happy. I've think that I've really improved myself this year, however these improvements do not come with a feeling of guilt, as if I'm leaving it all behind. And while the concept of a large and dramatic departure from this place come graduation held quite a bit of appeal at the beginning of the year, I like to think that I've matured enough to understand and appreciate the reasons why I'm staying. I'm a little scared that I'll find myself continuing to tell myself that I will leave eventually and that these desires will never come to fruition. But the truth is that I've come to realize what the best next step for my future is financially. I just hope that I haven't become complacent to the point of denial.