Nguyen, Michelle. Californian native. 17. Aggie. Full-time student, part-time dreamer. This is an account of cupcakeisms straight from my red velvet heart. Writing is my release.

There are ten legitimate schooldays left in my high school career. The countdown begins on my fingertips. It seems as if the end is near, doesn’t it? Today was the POPS concert and everyone started crying, and it feels like I’ve missed the point or something. Should I be sad? But really, I don’t feel like I’m leaving much behind. Maybe a few months back in my naïvete nature I would have said that these bonds we have created are irreplaceable, but the falsity of that statement is as clear as day to me now. Anyway. I was not expecting to receive the Most Outstanding award for choir tonight. I feel rather accomplished but I don’t think I deserve it. All I did was sing loud. Senior _____ Day is the day after next. Another visit to a god damned beach? Maybe I can visit the beach so much this summer that I will grow sick of it and be glad I’m not going to Santa Barbara. Maybe. I think what I’ll miss most about high school is the familiarity of everything. But like everything else, that can be easily replicated.

“You know you’re in love when you can’t fall asleep because reality is finally better than your dreams.” DR. SEUSS