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It's official.

As of May 29, 2012 I, Julia Larsen, am a high school graduate.

Quite frankly, I don't feel much different. Unless you count the fact that I'm exhausted from crying approximately fifteen separate times yesterday.

But it's done. It's over.

I returned to my school this morning as a graduate, not a student. I walked out of the band room for the last time in a long time, said goodbye to my favorite teacher, and bade a fond farewell to the halls I've grown to love over the past three years.

This is it.

Now, where do I go from here?

xoxo Julia

Today was my last real day of high school.

It's so weird to think that my school won't be my school anymore in just a few short days. I've spent so much time there over the past three years and I must admit that parting with it will be pretty darn hard.

I wore the same outfit today that I wore on the first day of my senior year. (Minus the belt.) Call me sentimental. Or call me too lazy to come up with new outfits these days.





I don't think my hair looks so much like Farrah Fawcett's anymore. Which is a good thing?

xoxo Julia

These past couple of days have been insane.  Insane, meaning:

~ I picked up my cap and gown yesterday. I can't bring myself to take them out of the packaging yet.

~ We got yearbooks, too. They're gold shiny and fantastic. And it's my last yearbook at Lone Peak.

~ I played my senior flute recital yesterday. It was the culmination of everything I've learned from my wonderful teacher, who I have to say goodbye to. It's one of the hardest things yet.

~ Tomorrow is my last day of high school. Ever.

Let's just hope I make it through tomorrow.

xoxo Julia

Tonight I played my last ever high school band concert.

There were some mixed feelings. Sadness that it's over, happiness that I got to play with my best friends one last time. But mostly this huge pain in my leg from when I fell off a music stand. (They may look fun to sit on. They are not. Don't try it.)

My director recognized all of us seniors and gave awards to some of the best. I was lucky enough to receive the John Philip Sousa award, along with my best friend Rachel! What an honor! I was complaining a couple weeks ago about how band kids never get trophies, and now I finally have one. AND it has a man with a mustache on it. Does it get better than that? I don't think so.


xoxo Julia

Hello again, dearest Internet. Long time, no see.

So here's the deal. I'm graduating. In eight days.

I thought I would be excited. But in all actuality, I'm terrified. My life is going to turn upside down in eight days and there's nothing I can do about it. No going back. Ever.

Ever.

I'm not sure why that makes me want to blog so much, but I feel like now is an appropriate time to resurrect good old I Dream of Dresses. Maybe I feel like I should share my wisdom with all you young'uns. Maybe I need an audience to experience all these life changes with me. Maybe I feel the need to document my life as I know it before it slips through my fingers.

Or maybe I just need therapy.

Yeah, probably that.

Anyway, here I am. Poised at the edge of the ending of something old and the start of something new (cue Troy and Gabriella), just waiting to take flight. Or crash and burn. I'm keeping my fingers crossed that it's the former. But either way, I've got to take the leap. Hopefully you'll stay beside me as I do.

xoxo Julia