Stupid Projects, Poetry, and Problems

I can never seem to catch up to the average pace of this race called life. And when I finally start getting into a rhythm people tell me I'm doing it wrong, or my shoe's untied, or something of the metaphorical kind. Drudgery, something I've never experienced until this year. Doing something you hate because you have to. There's not many things I hate so it hasn't been a problem for me until now.

I was in such a good rhythm and then I got distracted...and I doubt it will ever be the same again...thus, is life.

I'm so ready for college. To leave these distractions behind (and learning how to cope with different distractions) and start at a new pace, one I feel comfortable with. And being surrounded by people who are dealing with the same race. Although I must admit, the person from school I'm going to miss the most is the Doc. But I know she'll always be there to talk about fun English I'm studying and new places I'm visiting. It's interesting how God changes your life so quickly. I'm grateful for it though.