time to talk

Let's get this straight. It's been 4 and 1/2 months and you barely know me and I barely know you. We've been in the same classroom every other day for 4 and 1/2 months and I probably don't know your name or your favorite color or what you prefer to do on Saturday nights.

sorry.

But in 4 and 1/2 months we'll walk at graduation and we'll probably never see each other again, so it might be a good thing I never asked you if you prefer rain over sunshine or if you still have your elementary school journal because I would've gotten attached and then 4 and 1/2 months from now would be harder then I want it to be.

sorry.

But some scars take too long to fade and some tornadoes rip up everything you've ever known and sometimes it's better to spend a Saturday night alone.

So good luck to all of you whether you want to become an astronaut or the president or even an English teacher. I'll be sitting by my fire in Washington, seeing your face on the news after you cure cancer.

congrats.

Maybe I'll say "hey. I knew them when we were 17 and still trying to figure out how to survive high school. Well... kinda knew them..."

But for now, I'll see you all when our names are called and we get our ticket out of here, all too excited to leave forgetting all the stress that's been building up for 4 and 1/2 months.

nice to (barely) get to know you.

nicole.