That is what I did to commemorate one year of being a high school graduate on Thursday. Because nothing says "Yes! I worked through 13 years of schooling and lived to tell the tale, thank you very much!" like running around your campus with a group of friends while stomping in puddles during a thunderstorm.
It's kind of a weird feeling, though, because on Wednesday, the class of '09 from my high school graduated and I know a ton of people in that class, and my brother is going to graduate from high school next year. One year ago I was just some seventeen-year-old ecstatic to be graduating with her friends, looking forward to the summer, while on the brink of scurrying off to some college in the middle of nowhere completely excited but at the same time sort of terrified for this whole new turn of events, but now I don't even know what I would really be. A college student? An artist who is also an athlete? The gal people have yet to figure out because she's too hesitant to decide for herself? Someone just trying to get along in college and find a way to be happy? Where do I fit in? It's a confusing world.
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