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Junior...

so, here i am, up to my eyeballs in band practices & required reading when out of the black abyss of summer appears the Sunday News Journal. Not just any Sunday News Journal; the Sunday News Journal that is full to the brim of back to school advertisements & sales. Fantastic. Another monotone, melodramatic school year jam packed with meaningless information and neverending drama is rapidly approaching. It has always & will always be this way: Summer comes and along with it comes the same chlidlike wonder that we have all experienced since our first summer with scraped knees & fireflies. The only difference now is i slowly feel this sliping away. This was my last summer of carefree & worryless enjoyment, seeing as next summer i will be preparing for my senior year, college, the real world, and what-not. I have no complants about my summer; most of it was either spent with my boyfriend, friends, or band. There is just a definate reality check somewhere in this routine adjustment into the next year. I am nearly done. I am a Junior. Upperclassmen. December will bring the change of drum majors, which, if i am lucky enough, might rest upon my shoulders. & of coarse, the ability to drive. January will bring the change of years, this year being the change to 2007, which is the same year within which i will begin my senior year. In a matter of months, these things will begin to change. I am just wondering if i will be ready to change with them.

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