Too Late
Dear Freshman Self,
Your high school years will not go
quite as you think.
Life was so simple before,
you had friends, great grades, free time,
and a family.
What more could you ask for?
But look at you now:
high school freshman unsure of
who she wants to be and
unaware
of all the struggles she will face.
But let me give you some advice.
Say yes to the sweet boy who will ask you out
by the soda machine.
He will become the best friend
you've ever known.
Don't forget to
hold on to what is good.
Life is often so full of
stress and upsets
that people forget to cherish
all it's little wonders.
Don't be afraid to fall in love.
It turns out the risk is worth
every ounce of joy.
And finally
always live in the moment.
Your teenage years will
fly by
but they are some of the
best you'll ever have.
You got this.
-Senior Self
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