My last first day.

Can you believe its my last first day?
I certainly cannot.

But I feel this sense of responsibility now.
Like this is my last year and I need to make the absolute most of it.
Like maybe i'll actually go the homecoming football game this year.
I'll actually get in shape.
I'll actually like myself.

But I remember going to kindergarten, with my Barbie lunch box.
And apparently I cried in the bathroom for the first half hour or so of kindergarten.
Hey I was scared.

But my first day I actually wasn't nervous.
I finally figured this out.
I was at the top of the heap.

For the first time since I can remember, I didn't have those nervous first day butterflies that always made me a hot mess the first day of class.
But not this year.

Because I think I just knew i'd be OK.
And of course the first people I see back are in band.
And then I have my Spanish class and then my video class and then band.

And I just felt pretty and like I could do this.
I can do senior year.

I can finally handle it.

And the fact that Wildest Dreams by Taylor Swift came out, helped as well