OF A GOLDEN AGE

this year is going to be hell. i am sure that it will also be great but it will definitely be hell. it’s funny that being busy does not have any inherently scary quality unless it relates to my future — i am nothing but excited about the newspaper this year, which is a commitment of twenty-five or thirty hours a week; but i am terrified of the gre and graduate school applications. and for the first time in my life, my grades are not good enough to guarantee me anything. high school seems so far away, such a sleighride.

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