600 Days

It’s funny how the time flies. I have 600 days until I graduate from high school, until I leave and become an adult, until I’m on my own, until I have to know what I’m going to do with life. I know I’m going to read this later, and I will remember writing this and thinking how fast the time has flown by. I remember being a freshman and my bright eyes coming into the unknown world of something called high school. I remember seeing unfamiliar faces that I would soon call "best friends". I remember meeting people who made me mad, angry, sad, and happy. All the memories of two years that went by too fast. It's funny how I never thought the year would end when I was stuck until 2 a.m. doing APUSH homework, or the nights when a process essay was due, waiting till the last minute to complete my assignment. At the same time, there were classes that seemed to last 10 minutes consumed by debates or arguments about which character was at fault, or the most important quote, while learning life lessons and something new everyday. I never thought I would miss any of this, but now all I want is more time.

I only have 600 days. It's funny how we never realize how fast time flies. It's going to be 2014 soon, and I'm still getting over the fact that I don't write _/_/12 every time I get out a piece of paper. I still tell people I'm 15 even though I'm almost 16-and-a-half. In an hour, I will only have 599 days left until I graduate; I'm not ready. I'm not ready to let go. I'm not ready to meet new people, and to start over because it feels like this just began. I have 600 days, but it's a lot less than I think.

Time is frail. I never really grasped the concept of valued time. I have 600 days to make my mark, to show people what I have, to let them know what's coming. It's hard to not remember the past, and all of the great memories that were shared, and all the memories of the tears that were shed. I want to remember, but this nostalgic feeling makes me depressed but reminds me of the happiness that my friends have given me. I have 600 days to be there for the ones that matter, to make new friends and keep the old ones, to support the ones who will support me. Until I throw my cap in the air I have 600 days, 600 days more than most people. I look at all the freshman with bright eyes who remind me of myself, and I wish I could tell them how fast it goes. I want to tell them to take this time and to hold it dear. You never get back your high school years, you never get back any time at all. I want to tell them to make the best with what time they are given because you never know when it will be taken away from you.