Senior year... ohh my.

So today was the first day of school.

There's not really much to say, except it's weird being a senior. Its weird that my brother's a freshman, it's weird that my graduated friends are gone, and it's weird that it's not summer.

But I'll get over all that.

It was cool seeing my friends, and all of my teachers seem laid back and easygoing.

And here are my thoughts about underclassmen:

Half of them are overconfident, and half of them are scared out of their minds.

I was somewhere in the middle, a little nerdy but somewhat angsty, antisocial, and still looking like I was twelve. If you described my life and what im like now to 14 year old me, I don't think I'd believe it.

So to underclassmen, I'd say just hang in there. Upperclassmen don't seem like they have a lot of patience for you, but you'll come into yourself soon.

Oh, and I feel like underclass years are full of pressure to be just like everyone else.

Don't do that.

Find you.

I did that, once I decided that I didn't care for peoples judgement.

I hung out with who made me happy, I expanded my musical tastes, I thrift shopped, I gained 58 band shirts, I ditched the boring name brand t shirts, I ditched the heavy racoonish bottom lid eyeliner, I got bangs like Joey Ramone and pushed them over, I learned guitar, I became fluent in the art of improv, I drew more.

And you know what?

I love who I am.

And you know what else?

So do other people. 

I've learned that a lot of respect comes from being yourself, as cliche as that sounds.

Here's the process... oh my..

A photo timeline of me from eight grade to now... hahaha 

"What a long strange trip its been!"

 Anyone catch that Grateful Dead quote? No? Ok.

Well, should be a fun year!

You know, if I actually survive!!! My area has been receiving extreme threat flash flood and tornado text alerts for the past few days! Hopefully it passes, I'm tired of them waking me up at night!

Ridiculous.

Aesthetically Yours,

Cassidy