I'm trying to put off my English essay for as long as possible, so this post might not be consistent. Nevertheless, I'll try to prolong it.

About 5 months left of school. I've been keeping my speculation low, but every once in a while I realize that we have one and a half years left of high school- soon enough, most of us will be scattered like dust in the wind. I handful of us will remain at the U of I, I'm sure, but the majority of us will be out of state. For most of the class, I really couldn't care less if I saw any of them again. But our group- the Posse, as we now affectionately call ourselves- there will be no more whacky schemes, no more LARKs, no more sleepovers. I think, many years from now, we'll be eager to forget that we ever acted like this, and pretend that high school was just a load of good-natured fun. That strikes me as dissapointing. Out of sight, out of mind, I suppose.

I dunno what I can say. Maybe I'll just start working.