Isn't it funny thinking back to your first first day of school, if you can remember that far? I don't remember that specific day, but I do remember being in kindergarten and the teacher and the room and the friends I had.
I also remember the night before the first day of my 6th grade year. I remember how I was literally freaking out, completely losing my mind in the hallway of my teeny tiny farmhouse in Tennessee screaming about how I was not at all capable of moving onto a new grade and a bigger school and how I would just die from all the stress. My dad gently and easily calmed me down by listening to all my fears and reassuring me that middle school was not as fatal as everyone claimed and he had complete faith that I would do the best I could, and that was good enough.
I like to think I've come a long way since then. One thing has never changed: I absolutely love buying school supplies. New pencils and pens. Notebooks and dividers. Cute little planners. Packing up my bookbag a week in advance and rearranging every night before the actual "day." There is just something so refreshing and cleansing about taking a big step with brand new shiny things that seem to completely erase any damage inflicted by the previous year.
I can only hope that my last year in school (maybe ever) is everything that I could possibly dream it to be. I want to experience every possible thing I can, I want to not worry about money, I want to make the dean's list (again!), I want to make my parent's proud, and I want to walk under that magical arch in May without any regrets about the time that I have spent here.
So my challenge to myself for the next 10 months is to live up to these dreams and surpass them. And I'll keep you lovelies updated as the time passes, I'm sure, much too quickly.
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