I thought that knowing this year would be my last year in Yuma would make it a lot more bearable. Well, jokes on me. The thought of getting out of this literally smelly town has made me so anxious that it’s just plain silly. Next year is going to be so busy and stressful but super exciting. I so cannot wait!
I’ll be staying with my sister in her new house in San Diego, starting in August, finishing up my senior year at a community college, and working during the week. I’ll spend the weekends in Yuma so I can see my lovely mom. While it all sounds so perfectly plush and planned out, I know it’s gonna be totally exhausting. A day in the life, though, right?
Even though I am beyond ready to get out of Yuma, it’s not all bad. I did practically grow up here, afterall. My life and my character was shaped and molded here. I have met some of the best people in the world. I’ve gone through both horrible and awesome experiences in Yuma, and have made some lifelong friends along the way. I have learned so much about myself while going through adolescence. Also, I’m pretty sure that the only thing I learned from high school is that… I will always be okay. The past few years have been anything but blissful, but I always got through it. I am a firm believer that everything happens for a reason.
I could, however, have gone with out the million degree weather, the bad drivers, the rancid smells, and the extremely unfriendly people. Not to mention the inhumane attendance policy of the high schools.
Even though I’m way too anxious for my own good, it serves a valid purpose. My excitement does get somewhat distracting at times, but it does a pretty good job of motivating me. The thought of being in a sweet beach town next year keeps me going at the gym. My dream to go to SDSU is what gets me to school everyday. Energy is key and The name of the game is attitude.
