Counting...

My last day of work at the school and the last time I walk the halls of this school that has filled me with hateful memories.  I started this school straight out of high school and encountered many teachers since then that could not teach, harassed me, or offended me.  That first semester, I never would have thought I would have counted down the days till I never returned.  Not only were there hateful memories, terrible teachers, and immature students, I had some of the best teachers here.  A few of my favorite teachers came from this school and changed my life.  And every day I count my lucky stars for the influence they had on my life. 

I cannot tell you how good it feels to take the steps in these hallways one last time.  I will miss the influential teachers, and they keep in touch, so it is ok. 

But as the days become less and less, I become more and more excited.  The numbers go down and the excitement (and nerves) go up!  I can not wait to get started in my field of study.  I cannot wait to prove the people who told me I can't wrong.  I can't wait to prove myself wrong.  As much as other people have told me I will never amount to anything, I have told myself the same thing if not 10 times more often and/or harsher.  So I am counting the days, till I can begin to not only prove those people, but also myself how awesome I am going to be. 

I think counting is good.  It can relax you.  Think about it.  Breathe in...1, 2, 3, Breathe out, 1, 2, 3.  And repeat.  Counting how many steps you have to take to walk across that final graduation stage, that dark hall to make it to the light switch, counting is good.  So I count.  I have 7 great teachers at this school and I count the ways I am thankful for them.  I count down till I move, and I will count the days till I get to talk to my best friends and family. 

Count the ways you can succeed and focus on that.  Without counting down my days, I could not have counted down my days to my new adventure.

13 days and counting.