It’s absolutely crazy to think that in about a week and a half, I will be loading up the van and moving into Douglass Hall Room 302 at the College of Wooster. Is it really time for me to go to college?
It’s funny how skewed my perception of time is. For an example, it seems like it was just yesterday that I was sitting in Mr. Kohut’s 8th period English class with a dozen other obnoxious thirteen year olds, yelling out random words like, “Rock” and “Bode Ryan”. But on the other side, it seems like an entire lifetime has passed since Mike and I spent a week in the art room with Mrs. Roush, watching Jerry Springer while slaving away to finish the yearbook. (You’re welcome, Lowellville High School.)
In my opinion, although the summer between high school and college is the most carefree time of your life, it’s also an awkward gray area that people struggle to define. You’re not a high schooler any more, but you also aren’t in college yet. For some of us, the high school chapter of our life ends the day they head off to college. For others, the college chapter begins as soon as they graduate from high school. However, I feel as though my high school chapter is over, but my college chapter has yet to begin. For me, this summer has been a chapter of it’s own.
It began a few days before graduation, with my trip to Chicago. Heading out on a seven hour road trip with Scott, Marty, Sarah, Ray, and Matt was one of the most pivotal parts of growing up. I had to make sure I had money for everything. I had to figure out directions around the city. I had to make decisions. But I got to have an absolute blast, and I wouldn’t trade it for the world. Standing there in Millennium Park as my favorite band played flawlessly and thousands of people around me were jumping up and down, singing “Hold my hand just one more time” at the top of their lungs was an absolutely amazing experience.
As far as graduation goes, I actually had a blast. I didn’t cry. Well, okay I might have a little bit. But it was only when I was helping Tony with his medal, and he told me that he was going to be lost without me. It was one of those moments of friendship that last only a minute, but stay with you forever. Other than that, I simply made the best of it. I acted goofy at the senior picnic. I read my speech and managed to get a few laughs out of it, despite following what may go down as one of the best valedictorian speeches in the history of LHS. I overachieved on my graduation display by putting out countless photos, and all my awards. I went to about ten grad parties each weekend in June. I told people that I was going to miss them, and I meant it. But then I moved on.
I feel like I lived out of a suitcase throughout the month of July. I went to Lake Milton with my family for the 4th of July, just as we do every year. Shortly afterwards, I went on vacation to Virginia Beach, where my best friend, Emily, and her family happened to be at the same time. I hung out with my siblings and friends. I played beach volleyball with boys I didn’t know. I did cartwheels and read a paperback romance novel on the beach. It was exactly how vacation was supposed to be. When I got home from that, I headed out to Kenyon College for OTI. I was freaking out because I missed an opportunity to be on staff, but as it turned out, the staff was rather boring. I bonded, for the second year in a row, with Abbey, Marisha, Molly, and Erica. This year we added Caitlin, Rachael, and my new friend Brie. We danced with cute boys, invented the awkward whale, planked on everything we could find, and stayed up past lights out, laughing up a storm. Then we drove home packed in a van with Braylen and Andrew and little to no air conditioning. It was awesome. Then, I went to the beach again with my mom, Aunt Rene, and Mary. Can you say tan? Yeah, neither can I.
Then August began, and with it came my “pseudo life”. I house/dogsat for my cousins Pat and Maryann for a week, during which I was living way closer to some of my best friends. We had a movie night where we played with baby toys. I went to see and outdoor movie and stared at the starry sky. I had a bonfire at my best friend’s house where I stayed late and laughed my ass off with her. Oh, and I managed to get a speeding ticket, locked out of the house, and spend way to much time with two very evil dogs. But those are just details. I went to Lake Milton with the Parent Organized Clique, and brought Emily with me. I grew to become good friends with Scott’s girlfriend, Bobbi. Floyd and Robby joined us for the day, and we had a blast riding the waverunner and playing cornhole. Emily, Floyd, Robby, and I sat on the dock, and the people across the dock put on a firework show that made the night perfect. Then, the four of us laughed until we cried in the attic bedroom, for no reason at all. My “prestalgia” set in hardcore.
I’m in a chapter of my life right now that compares to nothing else. I wouldn’t trade it for the world, and I am dreading its end. It’s funny how I spent the past year or two pining for college and dreaming about a different life. And it just came a little too early. My perfect life is here, hopefully to stay. I have nothing to complain about.
Except for getting my wisdom teeth out this morning.
But even that didn’t bother me too much.
Life’s good, I’m happy, and now I’m gonna go eat some mashed potatoes.
P.S. When you get your wisdom teeth out, is it acceptable to eat ice cream more than once a day?