Friday, January 7, 2011
It almost feels surreal. As my little brother goes to school each morning I stay home and help my mother clean and do everything that needs to be done. I am so excited about having graduated early but I can't help but feel an eccentric premonition. As if at any second some one could yell "Bazinga" and I would be sitting back in Mesa. Mesa wasn't a bad school in the normal sense but I had the hardest time there out of the three high schools I went to. I can't help but thank God that I was grated the opportunity to graduate early. One important thing I learned at Mesa however was when we go through hard times God doesn't automatically save us but he provides the strength to persevere.