Most weekends when the sun is out I drive to the beach. I set up my towel, put on sunscreen, and braid my hair. I lay in the heat and let the sun bite my skin. I get so pale in the winter, so I cherish the sunny days and tan skin I get in the hot months. Sweat beads on my forehead and my skin feels like it’s on fire. I get up from my sandy towel, and run as fast as I can to the water. The scorching sand feels like glass cutting into my feet, but the cool ocean water brings me relief. Usually I don’t swim because its such a hassle to have to then wash my salty hair and sticky skin. Recently though, the heat has been unbearable. On this day, I dive into the water letting the salt dry out my skin and tangle my hair. I feel the sand crabs wriggle under the sand as the water recedes. After splashing and diving for a while, I make my way back to my towel. I let the sand coat my wet feet, and I let the water sink into my refreshed skin. I sit on my towel while my soaked hair drips onto my legs. I’m relaxed and happy. Once I actually get into the water, I never seem to care about my salty hair or sticky skin; I don’t feel as dirty as I expected. The longer I lay the hotter I get, and I prepare to run to the water and do it all over again.

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Being a senior is such a bittersweet feeling. I am so excited to leave and hopefully go back to the city, but I am not ready to leave my friends. This year is the last year all of us will be together. After graduation, it is going to be hard to meet up; some of us are going to be across the country, and some of us across the world.

I am so excited to have senior privileges! This year is the first time they are giving the seniors their privileges so early in the year. My class is like the guinea pigs for future classes. I hope our class doesn’t mess it up. But the requirements for keeping our privileges are pretty easy, so as long as we elect responsible class reps, our privileges will stay.

Also, I’ve been thinking a lot about the future. Times are hard for almost everyone right now, but looking at my friends gives me some sense of comfort, because they are our leaders of tomorrow!

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Choosing a college is more difficult than I thought it would be. When I was younger, I thought it would be really easy, but not anymore. Holy crap, I didn’t realise how many things you actually have to take into consideration.

Things such as location, size, and population. Another undeniably important thing is cost, like can you actually afford to pay 100k a year in tuition, plus the cost to live for the next four years? Compared to the beginning of high school, my expectations for out-of-state college have slowly diminished, and I am more inclined to stay in-state.

If you do find a college you like and that suits you, and you believe you can afford, there is also the acceptance rate. Yes, you might like college, but does the college like you? Out of the x number of people who apply, what exactly makes you special? There are plenty of people who have the same classes and extracurriculars as you, so why would they pick you?

Honestly, I think I might just be overthinking everything. I’ll definitely find a college that I like and that is affordable. The worst that can happen is, I get rejected by everyone, but that won’t completely happen…. right?

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Sunday, it’s an early wake-up call at 6:00. I put on my jersey and walk out the door. Once I get to the field, I put on my socks, cleats, and shin guards, and my team starts our warm-up. The ref calls the two teams on the field, and we get into our positions. The ref blows the whistle, and the ball starts to move around the field. Both teams are yelling as the ball moves from player to player. I get the ball, run it up the field, and pass it to the forward. As she takes it up, she loses the ball, and the ball resets. Ten minutes pass, and finally, my team scores a goal, and everyone starts cheering. As time goes by, we score more goals, and in the last 10 minutes, I get the perfect shot that goes straight over the keeper. The final whistle blows, and my whole team starts cheering. The games finally over, and we’re on to the next round.

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