Spring awakening

Spring is in the air, and everything is rosy tinted and sunny. I'm honestly drowning in Finite Math, but since I'm still in high school, I can always take it again next year. I'm heading off to Auburn in a matter of MONTHS, and it's simply terrifying. I'm not nearly old enough to live on my own, but that day is just around the corner. I really never expected this day to come... and now that it's less than three months away, all I want to do is cuddle with my mom and wear my snuggie. Oh Summer semester... you will be the death of me.
However, I'm reveling in my last days in High school. I got asked to my senior prom the other night! It was maybe the most exciting, confidence boosting moment I've ever had; I've never once been asked to a dance, it's always been assumed. Maybe being single has its perks :)

My friend Brandon wrote me a poem asking me, and I honestly was so shocked when I figured it out. He said it was a submission for Visions, and whenever that word is mentioned, I automatically go into business mode, and can't stop thinking about deadlines, meetings, computers, grading submissions and paperwork. In the middle of my rambling about how he missed the last literature deadline and he should just save it for next year, he shoved a folded up piece of looseleaf at me and went to the bathroom... and walked out right when I read the final line "All I'm asking is if you'll go to prom with me."
I squealed. I still smile whenever I think about how cute it was, and how great of a story it makes. I can't wait to tell the next generation about it, and keep little girls dreaming of their prom date, and how they'll get asked. My love life may not have been the best through my four years of high school, but it seems once I stop angsting over boys, my friends are the ones that make me smile.

It's the end of February now, and while the rest of the country is buried under mountains of snow, I'm yearning for warm sunny days and sleeveless dresses. I'm sick of jeans, of hoodies and long sleeves, and northface and cold hands. I guess I'm turning into a free spirit, as I'm sick of being constricted, and all I want is to ride around on my creamy Townie with all my belongings in a little knapsack and mastering the art of riding in a dress.



Oh spring, I'm aching for you.