Ninety days of my senior year are over. I have 90 more to go.
And then…well…you know.
At church tonight, Jenna and Tenielle and Shar were trying to get my attention while I was singing. They got it and I noticed they were trying to make me sing louder. I did, but they said later that they still couldn’t hear me.
Ryan was there tonight. I said very little to her. I miss her in a way.
I looked at Jenna a few times while I was singing. She was looking at me. She is a beautiful girl.
Right now I’m listening to the Power of One soundtrack. I first heard all of this music last spring. Just hearing it makes me feel the warm air.
I found an old letter from Veronica yesterday. She wrote that she felt crazy because she wanted to see me and couldn’t.
Things have changed.
Big time.
There is another one of those “After Ballgame Parties” at Mr. Gatti’s this Friday. I remember the first one. Danielle’s dad must be a thief.
I want it to get warm again.
We have skit group practice this Saturday. That is shocking. We are also doing another one of those Door to Door ministry things.
Ninety days.
Five months.
The summer.
Should I put it in low gear and slowly slip away, or should I put it in high gear and have a blast with everyone and then leave with a snap of my fingers? I have a closet full of junk, memories and stuff that I have to clean out before I leave. The day I do that will be a painful day.
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