It was exactly two days ago I wore my uniform for the last time, and probably the last uniform I'll ever wear, unless I find myself employed by McDonalds. The feeling sucked. I mean you're happy when a school year ends because you've waited for summer a little too long, but when school ends all together and you have no idea what you've been waiting for isn't exactly the greatest feeling in the world.
Nothing's going to compensate for waking up at 6:30, getting ready in 15 minutes (breakfast included) and always being late for the school bus. Nothing's going to compensate for the annoying kids always whining about their non-existant boyfriends and relationships. Nothing's going to compensate for the feeling when I put my earphones in to get away from everything I couldn't care less about. Nothing's going to compensate for getting off the bus like a zombie and having my friends laugh at me walking like a duck. Nothing's going to compensate for sleeping through econ...okay, bunking econ compensates. Or did. Sleeping through Law, bunking law. Bunking socio and attending socio after getting caught and bunking again. Nothing's going to compensate for the bullshit we talked about, and nothing will compensate for the people I've met and grown to love. Nothing will compensate for the morning hugs and the long walks, and the sun tans.
Not being able to wear that uniform is scary. Not knowing what lies ahead is scarier.