October 31, 2015
It is a Saturday afternoon, 3:51 pm to be exact, and my feet are cold. Now that the obvious is out of the way, let’s start by saying: WHAT THE ACTUAL CRAP? I haven’t posted on this journal since this time last year. Actually, it was before the first day of school.
That’s insane. When I posted my last entry, I hadn’t even begun my junior year yet and now I’m nearly 4 months into my senior year. Again, what the actual crap?
So since I hadn’t posted since before junior year started..how was junior year for me? Crappy. That’s the word I would use to describe it. The only good thing is that the school year did seem to go by fairly quickly.
I don’t think I would want to relive junior year even if someone paid me. I’ve tried to block it out of my mind to be quite honest.
When I reflect back on last year, and specifically the first semester, all that comes to mind is dread. Actually, most of my junior year is a dreadful blur - a blur of sadness, anxiety, and self-doubt. That has been a common theme throughout my time in high school I’ve realized. But, it hit hard first semester of my 11th grade year. I remember feeling so lonely and withdrawn. Things have definitely improved since then.
I am probably blowing things out of proportion but I do remembering having frequent bouts of depression and feeling self-conscious. Needless to say, it wasn’t a fun time.
Anyway, I am going to steer off of junior year and talk a bit about this fresh school year- senior year.
So, yes... I am a senior. It’s only October (almost November) which means I won’t be graduating until about 7 months from now but still. It feels so amazing to have it boiled down to months instead of YEARS before graduating.
It’s surreal because my very first journal entry was over 2 years ago. I was in 10th grade. I was 15. I was a baby. I was wishing for the moment for me to finally become a senior. Now it’s here. And...honestly, it’s underwhelming haha.
I guess everything is underwhelming once you’ve waited and dreamed about it for so long. One of the quotes on my closet door says:
“Stop waiting for Friday for summer, for someone to fall in love with you, for life.Happiness is achieved when you stop waiting for it and make the most of the moment you are in now,”
Which is what I try to tell myself. But, it’s hard sometimes not to want, wish, and dream about the future. I’m looking forward to the future that’s hopefully of fun and adventure and friendship and love. Is it so wrong to look to the future and hope all of that will come?
The main reason I think senior year has been so underwhelming is because nothing (really) has changed. I mean, I didn’t expect a drastic change from who I was, but I did picture my current self differently - with perhaps a confident attitude, outgoing personality, cool clothes, and a new look. Basically, I was too unrealistic.
I wasn’t expecting to be the same shy, anixety-having, and reserved person that I was two years ago. I’m hoping that in the future I can break out of my shell a little bit. No. Scratch that. Not a little bit... A LOT. I have a lot more confidence to gain and anxiety and fears to get rid of.
Anyway, can you tell how I feel about senior year so far? Sigh...
I shouldn’t be complaining because, really, this year is a big improvement from last year. I’m overall a lot happier (though, I do have my days) and I’m in a better mindset. This year so far has been mediocre at best. But, hopefully it improves next semester. We shall hope and we shall see.
Anyway, I’m going to enjoy the rest of my Saturday doing nothing. I just got finished listening to Tina Turner- Simply the Best and thought about this journal randomly. So I logged in and started typing this.
I just realized it’s Halloween today. Which I should’ve remembered since last night, I went to the movies with friends to watch Crimson Peak. It had a few jump scares but wasn’t as scary as I thought it would be. Which I’m glad about because I hate scary movies. And I’m rambling now. Okay. I’m officially done because my fingers are starting to hurt and this is turning into a 10 page essay.















