end of the beginning.

I've grown really nostalgic over the last couple weeks. I'm starting to get that this is it. The end of the beginning, the beginning of an end. People I've met are leaving forever, people I've loved are visiting the world. Well, not the world, but it feels like it. Life is changing. The part of schooling that counts is coming and I know I can handle it, but part of me doesn't want to. I want to stay a child, which is just wrong, but I want to. I think that it would be easier to take if I had gotten into a private school like Phillips (Andover). It comes to you more easily that life will change because you start BOARDING school. It's harder when you don't move to grasp that fact. The fact that life is changing. Changing, more or less, for the better. It's creepy, but you have to deal with it someday.
Vaudeville is coming up. I want to try out, but I don't know what song I should pick. I think I MIGHT do Time for me to Fly because it is catchy and easy to sing. Then I might need TAB and a guitarist, so I don't know. Part of me knows it's going to be what I do. I can't wait, even though Vaudeville is quite stupid as a whole, it's my class this year. I feel some attachment to these people. Especially those I won't be in class with ever again. I find that sad because it's like I would never get to know them anyway.
Final Fling is soon too. That is going to rock, but the theme is Club Burlington. Yeah, right. I've been to 3 Club CTY dances, and frankly, I don't see the obsession with nightclub themes. The only thing that would rock is if my group of friends got glowsticks and NO ONE else did. Which most likely will happen. I'm so glad I have such great friends. And now our circle has spread. I love them all. The cool nerds. =]

It's time for me to FLY!
`maithreyi