sjsprWriting

On March 31st, I was talking with Carlos, complaining about how it was a regular week with no special schedules, no half days, no long weekend; just a regular week. What Carlos replied to me when I told him that was that I should appreciate it because it’s probably one of the few normal weeks we have left. I thought about it and realized how right he was. All we had left were about three four-day weeks and spring break. I could literally count the remaining school days; I remember thinking how crazy it was that all of a sudden we had twenty days of high school left before we'd be gone forever. But now... Oh now... it's actually it. This is it.  We don’t have anything left. Tomorrow is our last day of high school. Our last day as seniors. The last time we'll be together in our classrooms, the last time we'll walk the aisles as Saint John's students. When did this happen? When did all the time just fly by?