growing pains

there it is. the crisp sheet of white paper full of neatly organized words and lines with grade twelve written at the top in big bold times new roman. as if what i want to do between now and then is so easily explained. one line each for six subjects. clean and unmarred. before i turn it in it will become a maze of arrows and explanations because i want next year to be perfect and amazing because it's the last one i have. before you know it i'll be gone. one day it seem's like i'll never get out i have all the time in the world and the next day i'm signing up for senior year courses and the world is different and time has passed and i can't remember where it's gone.