Prom is usually the end of a teenage story, it is the final completing moment of high school, the last bash before college, but for me, it is the beginning of something new and different. I looked at the end of my prom with hope, and I believe my eyes shined with sparkles at the new fate that closes in fast. As I walked toward the door the familiar chant of “Seniors 09” rang in my head.
8 days left of the “Best years of your life”, whoever said that was most likely homeschooled. I am not one to complain, of course my years in high school could have been better, but they weren’t the worst I’m sure.
I write this with a little over 3 months left til I leave for Italy, honestly I can’t wait.
Arrivaderci
Michael
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