A look at my written past

It is 10:00PM on May 25th, 2011. Tomorrow is the last day I will go through my 9 period day as a high school student. It is completely surreal. I cannot even wrap my head around the idea or acknowledge that it is happening. I'm taking some time to reflect on some things. I plan on spending my day tomorrow, going through all of the memories each location and thing in the school holds.

I found some journals today that I had written in my early high school years. I thought I'd post some excerpts.

"We had our first football game, it was the most amazing night of my life. I just love all the band kids. I can tell that we're going to become so close." -Boy was I right.

"Our first away game was AMAZING. I actually enjoyed the game. The bus ride was hilarious and the BEAT was sooo funny. We won in double overtime. After the win, it began to rain. The lights made it look like snow. The football players kneeled in a group as we played amazing grace. It was one of those perfect moments in life. In that moment, I realized how much I love this band. " - I still remember this moment clearly to this day. I stopped playing and let the sound of the rest of the band I have grown to love and the sight of the purple around me, 'snow' rain falling under the stadium lights and football team huddled in celebration. It really was a small perfect moment in time and I realized what I love. I didn't know it then, but that's when my slow and subtle journey towards my decision to follow music began.

"States: Amazing, scary, nerve racking. "Pickerington Central your overall band rating is....ONE!" Pandemonium, it was amazing!. I will forever remember this moment." - Yes, I do, vividly.

I wrote those statements a little over 4 years ago. And those feelings still remain the same, perhaps stronger. Tonight at the dedication of our Rose Parade plaque, I was reminded of how much I love the family and how even after we leave, we are still a part of that family. I was moved close to tears, I know I will loose it and bawl like a baby, probably on senior night, but to leave the family I have had and loved for 4 years as well as my true family is going to be the hardest thing I've ever had to do