You remember that feeling when you opened the seventh Harry Potter book for the first time, and you were so excited, but scared almost just as much, because you knew that when you got through this last adventure, you would never start another with those same characters, those same familiar settings that you had come to identify with so strongly? That's how I feel right now, standing at the top of the slope of senior year, looking down as the sun sets on this face of the mountain, ready for one last ride, one last rush, one last chance to savor the sights that fly past so quickly, terrified of the shadows that stretch on at the base of the slope, those shadows that are close enough to see, yet far enough away that you cannot know what things hide within...
The book is already opened, our descent already begun. This time around I don't want to focus on the end; I want to take in every sight and sound and smell and spend every free second with someone else, someone new or someone known, founding and furthering friendships and convincing myself that of all things, it is the people who I will most remember, most miss, and who will have the greatest hand in shaping the memory of my senior year.
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