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The Time of My Life

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The first day of high school
Where do I go? Will I know anyone? Who will I talk to?
The first day was a daze.
The sounds of upperclassmen yelling “stupid freshmen” ring in my ears.
I can’t help but ask myself when do I get to leave this prison that we call a school?
I can’t wait to make my escape into the “real” world.
Day one down and only 3 more years to go.
“It’s just those Pelham days, how could [I] ask for more?”

Another year gone and I’m not the new kid on the block anymore.
Drivers Ed and Health. Who takes those classes for fun anyways?
Practice Practice Practice. Practice makes perfect.
Eat dance, sleep dance, dream dance.
In the end it’s worth it.
State champs, enough said.
Turning sixteen was bitter sweet.
Goodbye innocent childhood, hello bright, glorious world.
“It’s just those Pelham days, how could [I] ask for more?”

I’m ¾ of the way there.
Time to celebrate because for the 1st time Pelham is the region 5 football champions.
There is more schoolwork than I can handle.
Yet again I eat dance, sleep dance, dream dance, even breathe dance.
New result this year.
Instead of being just state champs, add NATIONAL champs to the resume.
Finally, my first rated R movie.
I’m not that impressed.
Now I count the days till senior year.
“It’s just those Pelham days, how could [I] ask for more?”

It’s here. The moment I’ve been waiting for.
I’ve been accepted to college and I’m ready to start my senior year, but something is missing.
Time.
Where is it? Why is it rushing by? Can’t I slow it down?
Just breathe. Everything will be ok.
Take as many pictures as you can. Make as many memories as you can.
This is a once in a lifetime opportunity, why waste it?
Live. Love. Enjoy life.
“It’s just those Pelham days, how could [I] ask for more?”





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