K.S.M.A.T.

There were three, Disney sponsered teenage-hanson- brother-wannabes in ridiculously tight pants on stage. Their songs were essentially all the same, but somehow I doubt the thousands of pre-teen "future Mrs. Jonas's" cared to notice. Yes, unfortunately, it is all about the pants. We fought our way to 3rd row and secretly all believed at least one of us was going to be chosen to go on stage. Unfortunately, we hadn't realized that they had arranged who to call on stage prior to the actual show, and all the screaming, jumping, and shoving was for nothing.
Yes, we are seniors, and yes, we went to a Jonas Brothers concert this summer. Most people get their boyband obsessions over with by age 10, but I suppose there are always the exceptions. I am incredibly thankful to have such an amazing group of friends. You know you have a solid group of friends when they have witnessed dimensions of your personality, which, if anyone else, would otherwise serve as potential black-mail material. Embarressment, humility, hilarity. Friendship. I have always felt that I can be myself completely around these individuals without fear of ridicule. I would trust these girls with my life and defend them to the death. I know this sounds dramatic, but it is the truth. I don't know what I'd do without them and am terrified about having to face this reality next year, as we all sprint off to college in different directions. I haven't yet been able to fully accept this fact. Yes, I'm legally recognized as an adult, yes the applications are being sent, yes I'm going to college. Yes, I'm going to college. I don't know how it happened, but somehow we have all broken our promises and have grown up. I have never been more scared in my entire life. I hear constantly the " I cannot wait to get away from this cultureless, cow-infested county." But I can wait. It's already Thanksgiving of my senior year, and I'm still waiting for this mythical "easy" senior year to commence. I'm not ready to leave, whether or not my siblings have already begun to fight over my soon-to-be-vacant-room. Time has no sympathy for emotional stability(or lack thereof), so the fact remains that next year I will have to part with the best friends I've ever had. I will not be able to see them everyday, make them laugh, or laugh myself, until I've lost muscle control. Sadly the nights of watching Anchor Man until 4'o clock in the morning, drawing on the face of whoever fell asleep first, making jokes about John Cusack, and quoting Dane Cook after eating a whole package of pixie stix aren't going to occur on a regular basis. But I don't want to miss the beauty of the present because of my sadness for the end of the past and my fear of the future. I am thankful for sharing so many memories with my friends, but I am even more thankful for the times ahead of us. There are movie nights to be had, inside jokes to be made, Gov. homework to complain about. And, of course, there is a list of outrageous things to do this summer. Whatever the future holds for us, I know that we will always remain friends and am forever grateful for having met these incredible individuals. Thanks for putting up with me guys-


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