As I sat on my couch watching the "Golden Globes" with my dog resting his head on my leg, I filled out my junior college questionnaire," the first step in the long and winding road that is applying to and choosing a college. More accurately, I filled out my questionnaire for the second time, as being used to Google Drive "autosave" had come back to haunt me. Filling it out makes me feel old--I'm not supposed to be able to drive, I'm not supposed to absolutely love Brussels sprouts, and I am definitely not supposed to be going to college—yet here I am answering questions about my strengths, weaknesses, and extracurriculars.
I know I am just a junior and still have a year and a half of high school ahead of me, but the past two and a half years have passed me in the blink of an eye. I so vividly remember being a nervous freshman, asking upperclassmen for directions to my classes on the first day of school. Now, I am that upperclassmen, and I know the Upper School like the back of my hand. I remember my first day of field hockey preseason, intimidated by the older girls who knew so much more than I did. I remember auditioning for the musical for the first time, feeling nervous and yet completely in my element. I remember auditioning for my a cappella group, a group of girls who quickly became my best friends and sisters. It doesn't seem like two and a half years have passed since I was a freshman, but I am quickly coming to terms with the fact that over half of my high school career is over, and in a year and a half I will be in college. I am finally starting to realize that the next six months are the last months that I will live with my brother, a senior at St. Albans, who is my polar opposite yet a close friend.
As I prepare to say goodbye to both my brother and to another group of amazing seniors, I know that they all feel the same way that I am starting to feel right now. Although high school comes with its ups and downs, and there are moments when all you want to do is leave home and be independent, it goes by faster than you could ever anticipate. Over the next six months, I plan to try to focus not only on the notorious pressures of junior year but also on the incredible groups of people and programs at Potomac that have shaped who I am and who I want to be. It will be over sooner than I know.