ForeverYoung

It's that time of year again: the last few days before summer "break". Except this time, it's different. It's the first time that i'll be experiencing my last summer before school starts up again. This time next year, I don't know where i'll be, or what i'll be doing. My life as of this point, is ambiguous. It can either flourish and I'll spread my wings in joy, or i'll crumble like a phoenix after death. You know that saying, time will tell? In this case, that's all i can say. Who knows what will happen; the timing now is so fragile. One little flick of a fail, and my future is destroyed.

That isn't to say that everything will be lost if it doesn't turn out like i expect, or should i say, hope it does. There is always room for improvement, and what i love more than life is being in an environment surrounded by lovely, competitive people striving to make something of themselves. This is what gives me hope in life. I have come to a certain pivotal point in my life lately. I realized that even though in the past months I thought I was changing because I was growing up, I now understand that the changes I was making where indeed making me grow up, but in the wrong direction, and they were in fact, making me immature. I began to grow immaturely. Not anymore. That phase of my life has come to an end. And with this end, so has the carelessness of my future and my goals.

I carried out a short but so influential conversation with Lea Maurer yesterday. For those of you who aren't familiar in the swimming world, she is the Head Women's Coach at Stanford University in Palo Alto. I have set up a meeting with her at the university campus pool, and so, around the 20th of July, i fly to my dream school and inevitably, to make my dreams come true.

Naivety might sometimes be my weakness, but it is also my strength. I strive to make my dreams possible. I strive to accomplish my life-goals. As much as I am afraid of my future, I long to be in it, and as much as I hate to admit it...it starts tomorrow.

With the last day of junior year come a number of responsibilities. This summer I will work hard and be concentrated to prepare myself for my next and final year of high school. After that, (and having done everything I can to be ready) only a higher power will deem my fate.

Having said that, I will you all an amazing summer, enjoy your partying and your friends, because honestly said, by September next year, you won't have any. The IB will be your best and worst nightmare. So long, take care, ENJOY and all that other shit that inhabits my yearbook.

Class of 2011, we shall meet again soon.