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Graduation.
Am I ready?
Of course not.
Was I ready for Junior High or High School? No.
Or maybe I just thought I wasn't. Because it always ended up fine.
So much has happened in my years of public education. I learned to read, was on Student Council, learned Shakespeare, sang Shoes in the Fourth Grade Program, was in Symphonic Band as a "sevie", was a Student Body Officer freshman year, marched in the 2013 Rose Parade, spent two awesome years on Dance Company (one with my best friend Ruby), choreographed for Winter and Spring Concert, went to dances, spent hours and hours on homework, studied my brains out, tackled really really hard classes, danced in The Nutcracker ten times, auditioned for whatever I could, threw parties whenever I could, wrote hundreds of essays, traveled with my family, imagined my future, admired my parents, went to Europe three times, set goals, got my license, got three new siblings since Kindergarten, got my first pair of pointe shoes, went to football games, acted in many musicals, went to New York twice, spent hours practicing the flute, was in Davis Youth Symphony, had amazing teachers, danced alone in my room, felt the spirit in seminary, checked my grades a lot, got a phone, went to movies, read hundreds of books, wrote millions of words, met fascinating people, made life-long friends, gained a stronger testimony at Trek, had a ball at Girls Camp, planned many youth activities, went to church and worked on gaining a knowledge/testimony of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, decided I wanted to go on a mission, decided where to go to college, failed a lot, called my mom to bring forgotten assignments, prayed, took pictures, goofed off, never once ditched, signed year books, went to assemblies, cried a lot, laughed more, learned more than I can probably comprehend.
So....that's a lot of stuff. A lot of really cool stuff.
I'm going to miss High School. I will miss waking up every day knowing what I'm supposed to do. Walking downstairs and having breakfast as the rest of the family woke up, staying up late at this computer finishing homework, driving to school with Ruby, coming home to my mom, greeting my dad as he comes home from work, having Tizzy sneak into my room or want to play my flute, seeing my friends every day, staying after school for DC, asking and getting asked to dances, everything!
But it's okay, because there is so much in store!  Travel, college, missions, travel, dancing, graduating from college, marriage, travel, kids! Aaaah! And it's going to come so fast!
Alright, I'm ready, I just don't think I am. I think the millions of tears I will shed at graduation will do the trick.
Class of 2015!! Once a dart always a dart!!!!!!


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