So, today we found out our last official class rank. I knew it was happening when I got called down. Knowing this, I made my way to the principals office more quickly than I normally would. I walked in and took a seat. At the end of sophomore year, I was ranked second. Then junior year hit. I guess a good way of putting it was I became so ready to just get out of high school. My grade slipped, as did my class rank. Then senior year… My god, if there is any time that someone would want to get out of high school more it is now. Almost all that I can think about now is graduating and moving to Minneapolis - school comes last on my list. With this in mind, I wasn’t expecting to keep my spot in the class rank. Which, to be honest, was completely fine with me. I am accepted to the college that I want to go to and there is no way that things could go wrong from here. So as I walked into the principals office, I was expecting him to say “You’re 13th” or “You’re 15th” or something like that. Much to my surprise, he said “Congradulations, you’re 6th in the class rank”. My response to this was a huge stupid smile and a much more stupid question: “Are you sure?” “Yes” he said “why?”. I said “because, I don’t feel like I deserve it…”. Quickly in response back he said “Well, you must have done something right”

I still get a huge smile when I think about it. I know it’s not 2nd like I used to be, but 6th is still fine by me. It’s crazy to think that senior year is almost 3/4 of the way done. I’m not even sure what to think about it. Obviously, moving to Minneapolis with the greatest guy in the entire world will not only be the highlight of my entire life, but also be a huge marking point in my life. I am going to have bills, I am going to have to buy food, I am going to have to clean my OWN house and do household duties. It’s the part where my life actually begins. In Minneapolis, there are many job opportunities even compared to Eau Claire. I would love to work at a coffee shop like Starbucks or Caribou so applying to places like that is necessary. 

Another hot subject: Tom and I have been discussing a roadtrip after I am out of high school. I calculated the gas cost for a round-trip to Pensacola Florida and received an answer of an estimated $350ish for a round trip (in his parents new car). Knowing this, it would be extremely easy to take a road trip down there. We could find places to park the car and sleep, rather than getting an expensive hotel. It would be our first big journey together and I couldn’t be anymore excited. 

I just can’t wait for May 18th - the day my life begins. The day everything changes. The day that might be the last time I ever see some people from CHS. It’s sad, but it’s also encouraging to know that I am pursuing my dreams. I am ready to face the world.  

So I can already predict what people are going to say…
“You guys were apart like all last summer. It’s not TECHNICALLY 5 years!”

Knowing this, i’ve decided to become well-prepared on how to shut them the fuck up. 

Here is my opposing argument:

Tom and I have been through a lot, yes. We weren’t together basically this whole past summer, yes. We have had some of the roughest times I could possibly think of throughout a relationship,yes. For awhile, we both went our separate ways. We both did things that we would agree upon being huge mistakes (Samm, Colin). But do you know what we have lovingly done? We have made it through all of these 5 years knowing that we were made for each other. Not a single damn moment did we not think we were meant to be - not a moment did we think that these new people in our life could ever fill the void each left on one another. Even during our time apart, I knew in my heart that I still wanted to spend the rest of my life with him. Even if I thought it was only possible in my dreams, I knew he was in my future. So,say what you will when it turns September 11th and I start expressing how happy I am for this 5 years with him, because it’s not going to phase me. I love him and always have. This is what I know.