sincerely, me

As my sister and I were driving today, I couldn't help shaking my head at the lack of decorum and considerance (Microsoft Word says this isn't one. But for some reason, I hate tacking ness onto the ends of words. So I make up my own. I'm sure you can figure out what this word means.) shown by our fellow drivers. Come on, people, what's so wrong with letting in the car in front of you with their signal on, trying to switch lanes? How do you know they're not trying to turn right there so they don't have to go a long, convoluted way, and they didn’t know before (to get over with plenty of time to turn) because they were just in an accident and are extra cautious and slow, so they weren’t really listening to the directions their sister was giving them, on account of they were so busy paying attention to you, making sure they wouldn’t run into you and you wouldn’t run into them? All right, although this is what happened to me and my sister today, it’s probably a...

People keep telling me to live life like there's no tomorrow, and tomorrow is no promise. If that's true, do I really want to be spending every day at work or school, seeing as how it may be my last? But, of course, I have to be responsible, and just because this tomorrow may by my last tomorrow doesn't mean that it is, and I need to be prepared for every tomorrow after that. So what is the point to a phrase like, live life to the fullest? More like, take that chunk of time that's not already full of writing papers or meetings with teachers or reading dull, endless assignments and then applying some critical thinking question to it even though you have no idea what the question even means and are sure everyone else's answers will be more thoughtful and intellectual than yours, no matter what you write or other meaningless homework assignments that, as far as you're concerned, have nothing to do with the career you'd like to have, or even any career ...

I'm growing up. For so long, I've dreaded it, but at the same time, I couldn't wait. That seems impossible. But all things are possible... I can remember when I was little. We were living in the apartments in Mandarin at the time. There was supposed to be a hurricane. People kept talking like it was so horrible. I wanted to see it. I think it was Grandma, making us stay away from the windows, and do something else. I don't remember much about the waiting, except for the waiting. We heard noises of rain and not much else. It didn't seem so bad. As soon as we could, we went out to see what had happened. I remember peeking out the door first, to make sure it was safe. Then we ran out into the street. It wasn't raining anymore, but there was water everywhere, like the world had been washed clean. Colors were brighter, too. The grass was greener. The sky was bluer. I don't think there were even any clouds. I looked around at everything, and it all looked so clear...

Oh, graduation. How close you are, yet so far away. I can't wait to be able to reach out, grasp you with both hands and wrench you towards me, so all of this waiting can be over. I'm tired of homework, of tests to study for, and books unread because I have boring ones to get through. I'm tired of slacking off and reading those books anyway and walking into class unprepared because I value the now much more than the then. I'm tired of losing two hours everyday because I have to drive that long each way just to get to classes I'm tired of going to. I'm tired of losing sleep because no matter how I try, I always end up having to get up before my body wants to let me. I'm tired of putting out no effort and succeeding, then trying my hardest and it doesn't even matter. I'm tired of organizing me around others' plans for me. I'm tired of walking around and seeing better clothes than mine and being shallow enough to care. I'm tired of being chea...