No more football games, no more cross country and track practices or meet, no more innocence.

Growing up sucks...alot. But I haven't realized that I'm an adult. I have to pay things like taxes, insurance and student loans. I guess I'm still clinging on to a familiar place...high school.

A place where I am known by everyone. I'm from a super small town in Northern Michigan where everybody knows everybody. MSU is a huge school and I know a few people but I am still a stranger to everyone else.

Most of my friends and my boyfriend are still high schoolers, so in some sense, I still am too. I hear the drama, see the homecoming dresses and new school clothes but, I know that I'm not apart of that anymore.

A couple of people I know always say how they can't wait to get out of this small town and be alone out in the big world. But trust me, being on the edge of it, I wish I waited and soaked it in more.

This is the beginning of their last firsts but also the beginning of my firsts on my own.

I am not a high schooler.

"You're gonna miss this, you're gonna want this back."- Trace Adkins