So I’ve graduated from highschool. Well, I guess technically I haven’t graduated yet, but I’m done. entirely finished. I’m saying goodbye to close friends again, not for the first time, but for the first time this way. I’ve never had a large group of friends at school who I really click with before so this is new and sad. I’m also saying goodbye to the Youth Committee that really kept me going most of last year, and the beginning of this one. I’m literally flying away in less than a week in a half, and before I go I’m looking back. I did well here, I’m class Valedictorian, and I got 100% in Calculus, I worked hard up until and into my last two exams even though the marks won’t really change anything. I still stay up late and I still don’t care much for cooking and I still get swept up in the moment but I’m less afraid of things, and more confident about myself. I discovered how fascinated I really am with people and science and that it’s okay to disagree with your friends, even about major things like lifestyle. People aren’t really ever better than one another, just different. My reading style has grown up a bit, and I’m reading more real world stories, philosophy books, science fiction and less teenage drama. I’m really growing up