"Fly, little bird. You'll do great without me." - My sectiona leader, after our last concert together.

(He hugged me, it was great and one of the best hugs I've ever had. I'll say to some people I didn't cry but honestly I totally cried.)

It's the end of Sophomore year and I didn't just fly, I soared.

LOOK AT WHAT I DID THIS YEAR!!!

·I helped start a new extracurricular from scratch
·I gained the trusts of so many coaches this year
·I lettered 4 different times
·I broke out of my shell and made so many new friends
·I DROVE FOR THE FIRST TIME WHAT
·My first high school relationship started and still lives on for an entire EIGHT MONTHS, much more than the one or two I expected
·Heck I kissed a guy for the first time!
·Became a better writer
·Became a better musician
·Placed in a math meet
·Beat my section leader at music
·Taught a toddler many valuable things
·Lettered in athletics
·Befriended those I used to hate
·Went on a date
·Played a horror gane for the first time
·Got to be in school with my little sister again
·Read so many books
·Aced a couple tests
·Failed a couple tests
·Devoted myself to band
·Narrowed down my future career options

Dang. A lot happened this year. And next year is even more insane. I get to lead a section, lead an extra curricular, learn a foreign language, leave the country for the first time, get my licence, (most likely) celebrate a one year anniversary with this dork that I love, take AP Physics as a Junior, enter the world of pre-calc, and finally become an upperclassmen.

It'll be fun.

Exams this week, I might die.

Wish me luck.