Seven

When I was seven my dad and I were walking around down town Santa Fe, enjoying the summer and he was talking about the Olympics and how they happen every four years. He told me that in the year 2000 they would happen, and that I would be 15 or 16, I would be in high school and driving, and that he would be 50. He told me that the Olympics would happen in the summer of 2004 and I would be eighteen and graduating and that I would be reaching the point where I didn't need my parents to take care of me, and would be ready to go out on my own. I would be going to college, and leaving high school and becoming an adult, and that I would be tall and not need to hold his hand to cross the street.

And do you know what? I didn't believe him.

COW Of The Week

Alex was accepted to Colorado College...this means something huge: No matter what I won't be in Santa Fe next year.

Something very important is about to end in my life...in three days I will be finished with Drama at St. Mikes forever. I'm not ready.