Like every other 9th grader at our school I can’t wait for this school year to be over. The 40 days of school that we have left seem like the barrier between us and the most fun time of our lives. 40 more days and it will be summer: we will be tan, have jobs, no homework, and we will be done with junior high. That’s all I’ve been thinking about for the past month, how much much I wish it was summer and how much I hate Junior High. I’m just sitting here wishing my life away.
I believe we should make the best of each day and stop waiting for tomorrow but living our lives today.
I’ve always looked up to my three older sisters. Growing up it seemed like they were living the dream. They got to wear make up and cool clothes, they got to date and to drive. They seemed so cool and mature. And I was stuck in second grade with a bunch of kids who ran around on the playground and picked their noses. I always wished I was older. When my sisters were gone I would sneak in their rooms, try on their clothes, make up and spray some of their perfume. It seemed like the coolest thing to be a teenager and I couldn’t I couldn’t wait!
Now I’m fifteen and I wish I was in second grade again, when things were so easy: there was no homework, boys had cooties, you didn’t care what you looked like, and Mom did everything for you. I didn’t enjoy the simplicity of life. Now I regret trying to grow up so fast.
Recently I’ve been noticing how much of our lives we wast away just waiting for tomorrow. We say to ourselves, “My life will be so much easier when this is over”, or “I can’t wait until this happens”. We should enjoy life as it comes, appreciating things for what they are and making the best out of each day. Try something new, talk to a different person, do something crazy and random, because these are the things you will look back on and laugh about. Life happens fast…too fast, and if we don’t live life now, soon it will be too late.
I don’t want to look back on my life and think of all the things I wish I would have done. I want to look back with no regrets and the feeling of satisfaction. Of course we will have a crappy day every once in a while but we can still make the best of it.
So instead of making these last 40 days of Junior High miserable and boring, I’m going to make them memorable. Because they are 40 days I will never get back.
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