Process

So I went in for the whole, "registration" thing today at South...my last year of high school. It's weird- and I know it's so everywhere because everyone says it- but....it feels like I just registered to be a Freshman yesterday...time has gone by so fast.
I was thinking last night while I was at Kelsy's...that I'm 17 years old. SEriously- most of the time, I don't act like it...and I don't really feel like it. !7 is just a blah year anyway. 16 is sweet and 18 is old...but what is 17? It's kinda like being 12... I don't even feel like I should be a senior. The past three years seniors (in my mind) were mature...experienced in practically everything...they were beautiful and sophistocated...Totally on a pedestal- but I don't see me measuring up. It's just weird to be a senior. To be thinking about college and things like that. Old people have to think about that...not me.
I feel like I should know more than I do. Like if someone were to ask me something about experience, I'm sure I could answer them with a helpful answer- but it doesn't feel like I'm smart...or wise actually. The two are very different...but to be WISE. Of course I'm not sure I knew any really wise seniors... Lacy was wise in some things when she was a senior...she gave me advice that I have long forgotten- but meant a lot back then.
I just wonder what people think of me...do I act like I could be 17? Do I act mature? Do people respect me? Ahhh, the joys of a eighth-life crisis.