There is five days left of school. Three more of each class... some, two. That's 4 days, 4 hours and 14 minutes until Friday June 13 at 2:30... Okay, I know I'm so original. Talking about how excited I am about school ending and everything. But really, I'm not talking about that. Because I kinda don't want school to end. Because once it's over, that means I have to go to Girls Camp. And once I'm at girls camp, that means I have to leave and then go to Scout Camp... And be gone the entire summer. The. Entire. Summer. I still can't really grasp it.
Part of me feels like I'm leaving for college or dying or something and I'll never see any of my friends and family again. (For my senior friends, that's actually true. I probably won't really see them ever again.) Being gone for two months, so much can change. I feel like things are going to be so different when I come back. Change is just... weird. I have no idea what to expect at scout camp, and no idea how things will be at home while I'm gone. I'll have very little contact with my friends and family while I'm at camp, so it will be like no one even exists... It's going to be weird... Since yesterday was fast Sunday and also my second-to-last day of church until September, I
decided to bear my testimony as the thought for opening exercises in Young Womens. I ended up crying and making pretty much everyone else cry, too. I'm going to miss home so much... The end of this year is kind of bittersweet. Now that the seniors are gone and almost graduated, I'm kind of a senior, which is weird. And I'm almost eighteen. I'm getting my senior pictures at the end of the summer and then I'll be applying to college and getting a real job and driving everywhere and... Wait, when did I get so old and nostalgic? I'm not dying. Geez. Someone throw me a going away party and cheer me up. I have so much to do...
There is five days left of school. Three more of each class... some, two. That's 4 days, 4 hours and 14 minutes until Friday June 13 at 2:30... Okay, I know I'm so original. Talking about how excited I am about school ending and everything. But really, I'm not talking about that. Because I kinda don't want school to end. Because once it's over, that means I have to go to Girls Camp. And once I'm at girls camp, that means I have to leave and then go to Scout Camp... And be gone the entire summer. The. Entire. Summer. I still can't really grasp it. 
Part of me feels like I'm leaving for college or dying or something and I'll never see any of my friends and family again. (For my senior friends, that's actually true. I probably won't really see them ever again.) Being gone for two months, so much can change. I feel like things are going to be so different when I come back. Change is just... weird. I have no idea what to expect at scout camp, and no idea how things will be at home while I'm gone. I'll have very little contact with my friends and family while I'm at camp, so it will be like no one even exists... It's going to be weird... Since yesterday was fast Sunday and also my second-to-last day of church until September, I
decided to bear my testimony as the thought for opening exercises in Young Womens. I ended up crying and making pretty much everyone else cry, too. I'm going to miss home so much... The end of this year is kind of bittersweet. Now that the seniors are gone and almost graduated, I'm kind of a senior, which is weird. And I'm almost eighteen. I'm getting my senior pictures at the end of the summer and then I'll be applying to college and getting a real job and driving everywhere and... Wait, when did I get so old and nostalgic? I'm not dying. Geez. Someone throw me a going away party and cheer me up. I have so much to do...