The Day I Met the One

June 9th

June 09

Dear friend,

Since I've already been telling you about the details of high school, here's one more: PROM. Welcome to the morning before my high school prom. That feels SO weird to say, I could've sworn we were just starting grade nine last year, and grade one the year before. It's weird, we're graduating seniors going to prom. Whoa.

I'm so NOT ready and so totally ready, all at the same time. Not just for prom, but for the future. I'm ready to get out of this town where I've spent 18 years, away from the same people I've seen every day since the first grade. I want to leave and move on, try new things and discover who I truly am. I want to know what matters to me, what is worth my time and what I can do without. I want a life and career that I have dreamed of and will love. I want to go.

Prom is no big deal, it's probably going to be meaningless and boring, not worth all of the hype, and potentially a waste of money. I'll have fun that will be forgotten in a few weeks, in a place that will be forgotten in a few years, and the people even sooner.

Don't get me wrong, I'm still dressing up and doing the whole girly thing with hair and makeup and a WAY overpriced dress that I spent months looking for, but that's not the point. I want to remember the people who matter most and make memories that will be worth remembering. I'm just not sure that PROM will be good enough to meet my standards.

Maybe after-prom will be better, or the out-of-town trip all of the seniors are making this weekend. Maybe the photos from tonight will blind me into thinking this night is the highlight of my high school career. Maybe, maybe, maybe. And maybe, just maybe, tonight will be as irrelevant as the rest, or it could change my life.

HA, change my life. That was a bad joke, even for me and my terrible humour. (Ex. Bella Swan and Edward Cullen are a MASH made in heaven! That was made over a plate of garlic mashed potatoes at the Keg, haha.)