if i had to sum up
the last four years
into a few sentences,
a handful of memories,
a small collection of thoughts,
i would say this:
freshman year was magical and full of growth
and excitement at having friends who could drive;
sophomore year was met with more maturity but, with that, more stupidity;
junior year almost ended my life
and changed it as i knew it while i barely escaped;
and senior year was full of growth, the same way this era began,
but no longer held the magical firsts of three years before; senior year was full of
bittersweet lasts
and nights spent crying
at the irony of being so scared of losing a time that i’ve hated so much of.