Senior year is great. It’s full of fun activities, getting your senior portrait San Antonio, memory-making and it’s the year you start to care less about what people think about you. Actually it’s more than great. It’s FANTASTIC and 10x better than being a senior in high school. I wish I could have knocked some sense into my high school senior self because I’m sure back then, I thought it was it was as good as it was going to get. Back then, I couldn’t see that light at the end of the tunnel because I did have four more extra years tied to that. But now, this is it. Really it. And on this day of my senior year, I went through the stages of good, bad and ugly.
The good thing about senior year is that I have started to care less about things that don’t matter as much and more about the things that do. I’ve come to the realization that if you just kind of coast with some form of a focus, then you’re going to do alright. Today was just one of those days where everything was completely in my favor. Let me just say – that that never happens. Ever. Should we call this karmic synergy? [Name that television reference.] The point of this good is that everything is going to be okay. Be on top of your ish, don’t get lazy, have fun. Do it all in that order. Just don’t eff it up.
The worst thing about senior year is the competition. Naturally, I’m not a competitive person, but I can’t say the same about everyone else around me. Everyone wants to talk about where they’re interviewing at, how they’ve got these connections, etc etc. blah blah blah. That’s great and all, but save it for when you actually get an acceptance. No one likes a pretentious prick so learn to keep some stuff to yourself. Also, worry about yourself and not anyone else – they’re going to be okay. And I am going to be okay!
Alyssa and I made up a new game in the office today and boy was it ugly. It’s actually somewhat of an awful game so I don’t want to go too much into detail about it, but it does include Facebook pictures, people from high school and categories. Recognizing a person’s peak in high school is sad.