I won’t think about the time when I was a scared little freshman, standing four foot nine, walking into highschool.

Instead I’ll think about how I made the varsity softball team as a freshman, and how after months of pressure and humiliation, I was at last victorious.

I won’t think about that absurdly huge crush I had on a junior.

Instead I’ll think about all the great conversations we had in the hallway.

And I’ll just ignore how embarrassed I was at the fact that he told his friends about the little freshie with a crush on him.

I won’t think about sophomore year at all, seriously, worst year of my highschool career.

Instead, I’ll just remember the new friends I made.

And I’ll just forget about all the stress and such

Even though, I ended that year with sufficient grades and a killer softball tan line.

I won’t think about that still insanely big crush I had on the now senior.

Instead, I’ll just think happy thoughts and not the lingering queasy feeling that remained in my stomach everytime he ignored me.

And I admit I was never good at hiding the hurt on my face

Even though I guess that’s just how high school crushes work.

I won’t think about the pain of when I sprained my ankle during soccer season

Instead, I’ll think about how I told everyone I was fine, even though I really, really wasn’t

And pray that that day we didn’t run too many after practice sprints

I won’t think about how I got into a really serious argument with my dad

Instead I’ll just think about how I listened to him, how I applied to so many colleges, so many scholarships, so much financial aid.

I won’t think about all the bad stuff that happened during highschool, the supposed times of our lives.

Instead, I’ll just enjoy what time I have left.