With my birthday being this last Friday and me turning
eighteen, I have yet hit another mark on my path towards graduation and my life
changing, hopefully, for the better. As I move ahead on my journey I will hit
more marks and the marks will not stop there. After graduation is when it gets
to the real stuff; moving out, a new roommate, paying rent if you have to pay
rent, getting a job, and all the good stuff that comes with the real world.
One of the hardest
things that I will probably face is not seeing the same people I have been used
to seeing from anywhere to four to twelve of the last years of my life. I do
believe that the people I am cool with I will keep in contact with, maybe not
as much but that will be fine. But my real close friends: the Steel V’s, the
Fugly Boys, the Slydawgs. I can almost guarantee that we will be as close as we
are now.
I write this being that twelve hours ago or so I was just
hanging out around a campfire, laughing and just having a good time with some
of my closest friends. They said that it was a campout for my birthday, but I
told them it should be a campout for everybody, not just me.
Now when I say it’s a campout, it kind of is. We are still
doing all the common things that you do when you go camping except for we do it
at the “dunes” instead of a forest setting. We have gone here before, usually
around spring break time. In the past campouts you just have fun and go home
the next day knowing there is time for another. But with this one it made me realize
that we are upon our last or last few campouts and last everything’s together as
one big group in high school.
Although we got some sprinkling here and there and had three
big wind storms hit us, last night’s campout had to be close to if not the best
one I have ever been a part of. It was a
good bond with some guys I have not seen so much of anymore but are still my
close friends. And even if I do find a whole new group of friends when I am off
at college or later in my life, they will be second to the group that I have
been raised with in this little town of Holbrook. I am truly blessed with my friends.
This has been something on my mind as well. I’m glad you got the experience of having a campout with your friends, it seems like this idea of “last times” is hitting us all recently. Your post made me realize how close things are to the next chapter of our lives as seniors. It’s really surreal to think about how we are all so close to starting our own lives and how all of us are not going to be a part of everyone’s everyday lives anymore. The faces in the hallways and around town are going to be replaced by the faces of strangers. I think as a class, we are going to make it. It’s exciting, and scary, and so many other emotions, but I think we, collectively, are ready. Good luck and thanks for sharing.
ReplyDelete1) I can relate to your blog in many ways, even though I grew up in Scanders and some of my other homies are going to school there I will always remember the people I meant in Holbrook. The people I meant here in Holbrook means a lot more, because the memories I made with those people are far more recent. I will especially miss my squad the Orange Bandits, to me they are my brothers because I’ve been through some stuff, which I can’t speak of due to personal reasons, with them. Even though you’re not part of the Orange Bandits you’re still a close homie to me.
ReplyDeleteIt is really scary knowing that in a few short months, we will no longer be young adults, but will have transitioned into becoming actual adults. We have to start doing the things that our parents have done for us, for all these years. Like having to pay for school, rent and many other expenses. It is really hard to believe that we will know longer be able to see our friends and family every day, and that we will no longer participate in the same types of activities. Thanks for sharing, your blog was very easy to relate to.
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