So my acceptance to MassArt means next year I’ll be in Boston which means that the 12+ years of going to schools in the same boring town with the same boring people will finally come to an end. I’m completely ecstatic, but it’s odd to think that 12 years ago I was in first grade and now I’m getting ready to pack up my stuff and leave. It just feels strange because every year it’s been the same thing, but now in a few months, I won’t be going to school with the same people anymore It’s kind of exhilarating and terrifying. I’m completely happy to be getting out of Connecticut, but I do admit that I will miss the few close friends that I have. My best friend is staying here and I’m going away. I won’t be seeing him anymore or be able to have video game nights with him and I’m going to miss that. And I’m going to miss being able to just hang out with my friends after school or go on Starbucks dates randomly, like I won’t be able to do those things that I’ve been taking for granted. But college is going to be amazing and I’m so pumped to get to live in Boston. And I don’t really know what else to say to describe my excitement and nervousness but I’ll probably think of more as my high school career comes to a close and my college career gets closer to beginning. 

In an effort to get people to look
into each other’s eyes more,
and also to appease the mutes,
the government has decided
to allot each person exactly one hundred
and sixty-seven words, per day.

When the phone rings, I put it to my ear
without saying hello. In the restaurant
I point at chicken noodle soup.
I am adjusting well to the new way.

Late at night, I call my long distance lover,
proudly say I only used fifty-nine today.
I saved the rest for you.

When she doesn’t respond,
I know she’s used up all her words,
so I slowly whisper I love you
thirty-two and a third times.
After that, we just sit on the line
and listen to each other breathe.

—  The Quiet World by Jeffrey McDaniel