Wow. Tomorrow I graduate from Chadwick. After all of these years of studying, more caffeine than is possibly healthy for a growing teenager, and so many hours spent sweating under the lights of Laverty, I get a little piece of paper that says three things to me:
- You did it.
- Get the f*ck out of here. Go do bigger and better things.
- Make us proud.
I'm itching to start but worried to go. I'm sitting on the edge of my seat but scared I'll fall off. I'm touring the facility... and I'm picking up slack.
I'm ready for this. No I'm not. Yes I am.
