Senior Year; Prom, Commencement, College, Car Accidents, Stress

Well, it’s been awhile since you’ve all gotten an update on my life. Really things aren’t any different. I’m still stressed of course, but what senior isn’t?
Hmmmm, let’s start in the middle: College. Well, I don’t know what I’m going to do. I want to go to Miami, but I feel like I’ll end up at Toledo no matter what. I definitely don’t want to go to Tri-C. I would rather take the year off and go full-time at Marcs. And if you say “But Jackie, then you’ll be a year behind” or “Jackie, you’ll regret that decision” this is what I’ll tell you: Most of my friends are getting out of here and going to college. No matter what decision I make, Tri-C or take a year off, I’ll hate it. I’ll hate having to rely on Skype and texting to communicate with everyone. I’ve seriously considered all my options, don’t try and convince me I’m wrong. I still have to visit my schools, I’ll do that his month. And I’ll hopefully have a decision by May, obviously.
Next: Prom… I have a dress, it’s really pretty… It’s beige and semi-poofy. I love it. The only thing I’m worried about is not having a date. With only two months left, I don’t know what to do. I don’t want to go alone. I just wanted to go with a cute boy who I knew would be fun.
HA! I don’t even think I can talk about commencement. But I will. I don’t know how it’s only three months away. I still feel like a freshman some days; walking down the hall I’m still one of the little ones. Everyone is still taller than me and I remember freshman year like it was yesterday. I remember imagining senior year and prom and commencement, but I never thought it would come this soon. Too soon ‘til I’m in the real world on my own.
I already talked about stress.
So Ig uses that leaves “car accidents.” I feel l ike I was just writing about one, but that was roughly 15 months ago and here I am again. It was just a fender-bender and my front bumper was cracked. Everything is fine. Except for the fact that it was with a friend and he backed into me. I was texting him after to make sure things would be okay between us and he reassured me saying “it’ll be fine, it won’t be weird, accidents happen.” Turns out not everything is fine. I’m pretty sure I’m just going to be hated for a while because he won’t even talk to me. I’ve been miserable. I’m always upset about this and I shouldn’t be; it wasn’t my fault. I just don’t want to lose him as a friend. Somehow that just feels inevitable at this point.
Well, this has been the fifth edition of the Senior Year Chronicles. I hope people are actually reading this still.
But I’m Jackie and remember I don’t know crap.