The Last First Day of High School

So yesterday was the first day of senior year. I have been looking forward to being a senior since 8th grade, wanting to go off to college and always wanting to be older. Now that I'm here, I don't feel like its actually happening. After this year, I will be away from all my friends from high school and my home. I know that the second day of school may seem a little early to start reminiscing, but I can't help myself. The past four years really DID fly by too quickly.
It feels weird seeing my grade having parking spots and being in the physics classroom, and giving dolphins. Yesterday when I got my hat (its a tradition at my school) I felt like it was a dream. Holding a Kindergartener's hand I really started to think that I was a senior... and I am going to college next year, and after that the "real world" hits.

And that is terrifying.

And awesome.

I don't really know what I am trying to say, but the truth is that I had my last first day of high school, I am finishing something that has shaped and changed my life in more ways than anything else that I have experienced. What senior am I? What do the Freshmen think of me?

Being the younger sibling, I never really get to be the "top dog" or whatever you call it. This is a truly unique experience that I really haven't realized yet. I am a senior. This is my last year at home. This is my last year at my school. This is my last year with all of my friends.

So lets make it count