Spring Break Thoughts


IT’S SPRING BREAAAKKK
Yup, its already that time of year. Most of my fellow high schoolers are in Florida, prolly smoking weed (or vaping, cuz its *sooo* much better for you), listening to mumble rap and hitting waffle house at 2:37 AM cuz why not.
Me, on the other hand. Well, I hung out with one of my best friends for the first two days (if you’re reading this, I totally finished all that candy) and now I’m sitting in my room, alternating between naps, Fairy Tail, making playlists and YouTube. Also, I’ve been going through all my photos from the past year.

Photos are time travel, they’re the only kind of “magic” I believe in. When you look at a picture, you remember everything about it. You remember how many shots it took to get the perfect one, you remember the retakes because someone was always messing around. You remember hiding your phone as soon as people realized you were taking pictures (or worse, recording). You remember the sights, smells, sounds, the feelings. You remember the people and the laughter. When you look at a photo, you relive that moment in more detail than you did when you actually were there.  I take a lot of pictures and my camera roll is very important to me. It has almost everything I don’t want to forget. My friends doing dumb stuff, me doing dumb stuff, MATH NOTES, laughter, my sister and my lil brothers (although as I went through my pics, I realized neither of them were that little). I have a lot of candid pictures, the ones that are sorta blurry but you can get what’s going on. I think those are my favorite pictures, cuz if they’re blurry that usually means I was laughing; that at that moment I cared more about having a piece of that moment than I cared about how it looked. That even if it was blurry it was still saved.

Going through my photos makes me kinda sad too. It’s already April. School ends next month. Sure, I’m excited for summer, but I’m reallllly gonna miss school. I’m gonna miss napping and listening to the drama around me on the bus, I’m gonna miss that one kid telling me I smell like pepper and mint (but not peppermint), I’m gonna miss braving the hallways with my best friends at my side, gonna miss those 3 mins where we catch up before 3rd, im realllllllly gonna miss lunch, like so bad, and Im gonna miss getting on the bus in the afternoon knowing that tomorrow it’ll all happen again the next day.

Spring break is really important to kids my age, I guess its this “yolo, only young once” kinda thing where people make dumb decisions and in this one week alone try to take advantage of the time they have left of being a kid. It’s kinda the same to me but in a different sense. Spring break reminds me that i literally have a month and a half left of the school year. Sophomore year is coming to a close and I need to make the most out of it. These next coming school weeks are gonna be crazy busy (finalllsss yay) but I’m gonna do everything I can to enjoy every minute of it, every minute of the mundane, every minute of the parts I like, every minute of the people that I love and enjoy being with and every minute of the people that kinda make me glad that the years almost up.

So yeah, that’s that. In other news, I’ve started driving as much as I can, it still scares me a lot, but its a different kind of scared. I don’t feel like I’m flying blind anymore, I know most of what I’m sposed to do, now it’s just a matter of doing the things i know im sposed to do. Also im really busy this summer?? Which is lit, like we’re actually gonna go on family trips and stuff, yay but also THERES SO MANY GOOD CONCERTS THIS SUMMER BUT I HAVE NO MONEY AND NO TIME *cries* okay enough of that. I think that’s all I’ve got for today, may your skin always be clear and your hoodies always comfortable.

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