Pre-Graduation Craziness
I am freaking out right now. Not in real life, but trying to write this entry. This week has been Senior Week at CCD. We've had celebrations and activities every day so far (tomorrow is Senior Skip Day, so we won't have school). For me, it doesn't seem real. I am going to Wake Forest next year, and my decision last Monday brought me a peace and relief I hadn't experienced since I sent my first application out last November. I am so excited for Wake - and college in general. Warm weather, interesting classes, and meeting new people. But at the same time, I don't feel like I am ready. I know I am, but I don't feel like it. Today was the senior Clap-Out, which is where the whole school forms an aisle through the high school (and this year, down through the elementary school) and the seniors walk through the line while everyone claps. It's pretty funny how the clapping dies down as you progress, since the freshman don't really know you/care about you. I was worried I was going to get all teary and emotional (since that happens to me pretty easily), but it didn't happen. I came close, though. And oddly enough, it was when we walked down the steps to the elementary and lower school kids, who had the "clappers" you sometimes use to make noise at football games. They were thunderous - and, of course, the little kids were going crazy. Even though I didn't know a single one of them and they don't know us, they were cheering for us. It made me feel very small. If you've washed someone's feet before(we've done this a couple of times at worship services at VI), you probably know what I'm talking about. Sometimes the things that make are supposed to make you honored can humble you the most. What have I done for these little kids to deserve their applause? Granted, little kids will applaude anything, they just need a direction for their insane energy. So I guess it's the beginning of the end....or the end of the beginning....who knows. I refuse to end on a sappy, cliche-laden note. So instead I am going to leave you with my general anxiety/fear about the Senior Roast at V.I. I don't even want to think about all the embarrassing stories Lee, Aimee, and everyone else is going to come up with. I can't think of anything specific, but I am sure it's because I have blocked them out.