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2003-03-09
Dear Diary,
I'm sitting here now in almost a dazed state. The only thought I can even begin muster up is this:
In the fifth grade our parents, teachers, and countless other people were constantly telling us how are life would start in middle school. I remember how funny it sounded. It felt like those adults were over looking so much, they were acting like we hadn't been alive for ten years. As if the friends we’d made would cease to exist once we got there. Like the things we learned would no longer apply to us. It was odd because at the time, that stuff, those people, were all we knew.
Then we got to middle school they acted as if this was nothing. And always used the phrase "When you get to high school...." Again this way of life is all I know and they talk like it's not a life at all. It's scary! It’s scary because I know it because I beginning to realize it never end. My sister is a freshman in school and people already telling her how much more college matters. So this is my question:
When DOES life actually start? Furthermore, When DOES what happens to me, what I do and whom I choose to surround myself with really come in to play?
love,
happyfrowns