Randomness

Hello my freaky darlings. IT'S THE SECOND TO LAST DAY OF SUMMER. How the *expletive* did this happen? Wasn't it just yesterday I was walking into Coolidge for the last time ever? That's what it seems like. And now, in a mere day 36 hours (I'm guesstimating).. I will be a freshman. A frosh. A high schooler. Frosh sounds like a kind of food to me. "Can I have a plate of frosh on the side, please?"
I went to the school today to try and find my classes. Lord, am I going to get lost. My friends and I had a race to see who could finish the route to all of their day one classes first. I lost. I took the wrong staircase to get to History.. and that threw me off for the rest of the race. Ah well. What can you do? If I get lost, I get lost. I was also warned to stay away from the two infamous staircases (I thought there was one?). Stairway 9. And then some other one where drug deals take place? Cool.
I have also discovered that three people at the school look like characters from Heroes. We have a Hiro look alike, a Matt Parkman look alike, and a Peter Petrelli look alike. I'm quite excited about the last example... :)
This summer has been a good transition summer for me. It definitely matured me in some ways. And you have to be mature (at least in my mind) to go through high school and not fail miserably. I'm not as out of shape as I was at the beginning of the summer. I actually kissed someone when it wasn't for truth or dare or spin the bottle. I grew a pair and told someone I liked them. I walked around Times Square without an adult. I got tan? I don't know. To me, it seems successful. And I'm happy. Which is good. Let's see how long this maturity shit can last. Or how far it can carry me before I need to learn even more.