Driven by my dreams Inspired by nature and animals Fueled by the energy around Fluent in crazy and weird Excited about the unknown Ready to sing in the rain Eager to learn about my interests Not going to let anything stop me Tired but still moving forward
It's a first for me. Yet it is not really a first.
I start my first day of eleventh grade...at home. After spending every school year in the same small school, it is extremely odd for me to not go back there. Homeschooling is a lot different. Yet it feels like I am still in the middle of summer.
I miss my school. I miss my friends and teachers. I miss all of it. But everything has to change at some point.
I feel nervous despite being in my own home. My mom set up all of my assignments for this week. She has to work so I am basically teaching myself. I have to be responsible and manage my time wisely. I guess this is good practice for the future but it is still overwhelming.
Its official. They are shutting down our high school and there is nothing we can do about it. I need time to process what this means so I walk to the dock near my house. There is a beautiful sunset filled with pinks and reds that reflect onto the lake. I sit down on the hard wood of the dock. Why are they making us do this? Most of us have gone to this school since kindergarten. Why do they want to separate us? I feel tears roll down my cheeks as I continue to think about this change in my life. I don't want to go to a different school. I don't want to leave my friends. I don't want to leave my teachers. I just don't understand. I'm crying harder than before. The tears just won't stop. Suddenly, I feel a hand on my shoulder. I look up to see my sister. She sits down next to me but waits for me to say something first.