There’s about 17 days of high school left, and one month until I graduate. It seems surreal and unrealistic in a way because I can’t imagine my life without high school. Not to say that I will miss high school, because I definitely never will, but it’s just something I am so used to. NYC remains in my mind as a dream, and doesn’t seem like reality just yet. To paint everyday, to see artists with talent beyond this world, and to be immersed by things I could never imagine, just seems too good to be true. In a mere three months, there I go, away from Cerritos, everything that I hoped would happen. But I feel uneasy. I don’t know why exactly. I just do. Sigh. Everything seems like a dream.
Wah high school is almost over…
