13 first days and 13 special outfits. 13 picture days. 13 christmas, spring and spontaneous breaks. 13 years of school.
i was five. i went on a plane for the first time. i got my ears pierced. met life long friends.
i wore a cream jumper and a plaid shirt on the first day. i had many teeth pulled. i had my first crush.
i was baptized. my sister moved out. i got my own room. my short hair phase started.
the twin towers were hit. cheerleading sparked an interest in my life. i started clogging.
i got two puppies. i turned ten. my best friend moved away.
possibly my favorite grade ever. i met someone who changed my life. i had a snowcone buisness.
had my first "boyfriend". got kissed on the cheek. was crowned into little miss lindon royalty.
first year of jr high. parents sold my lifelong friend-my boat. i got braces. i went to new york. i became a teenager.
i was some what popular. i got a cell phone. i almost broke my elbow.
i got my first kiss. my sister left for her mission. i went to disneyworld. i got my first job.
i was on student council. my brother joined the marines. i went to hawaii. i got my drivers license. i fell in love.
i was the new girl. i attended 3 dances all year. i caught up with old friends. i recieved my first letter. i found out who annie really is.
well, i've been through alot during the past 12 years of schooling,
and as for my final year, 12th grade:
i will turn 18. i will apply to the university of utah. i will become a little more social. and i will wear a cap and gown, walk across a stage and recieve my dipolma.
can't believe we go back in almost two weeks...don't know how i feel about that.