start.

It's been two weeks. Junior year, the smell of 1505 C 22, the sophomores, all two weeks old. Adchem. Two weeks is too much of it, then again I can theoretically kill it at anytime in the next 2 months. IMSA drama has had two weeks to collect and grow. So have friendships. I think I've been doing ok so far with what I wanted. I've kept an open mind. I haven't put down things just because I don't find them interesting. Hell, I even played basketball with the "guys" one day. I've presented myself in a warmer fashion. At least I think I have. It's nice to have more than a group of maybe 10 people to say hi to in the hall, or to laugh with. I feel a little more comfortable outside my social bubble. Do I even have a social bubble? Whatever. There are a couple things I'm waiting on right now. I'm curious as to how they're gonna turn out. I think I over applied myself already this year. I'm committed to too many things. But then again, I want to be. I'll find a way to handle things.

Junior year. It's funny to know I'm not a sophomore anymore. I've "moved up" on the high school hierarchy. It's awkward to walk into C Wing, and the old seniors aren't there anymore. Where'd Max go? Chaz? Ray? John? Of course we all know Zac and Carl got expelled. Replacing these old faces are the class of 2009. I'm now one who supposedly has wisdom. I'm supposed to lead these kids through their first year at IMSA. I feel almost honored. Maybe I just like to be the bigger man. I did grow a couple inches this summer. So says Max and Dr. Condie.

This extended weekend is filled with work. I want to burn it. But I embrace it in a way. A year later at this time, I will remember the work I had during this very extended, and I will laugh. For those now silly sophomores will be the ones in my shoes. It's an optimistic and smug thought.

It's ok. It's IMSA.