TERRYVILLE, Connecticut, U.S.A. — Senior year. Senior struggles. Seniors freaking out like there’s no tomorrow, cause in a way… there isn’t.
This year has gone by faster then I could have ever imagined.
I made a lot of changes in the last few years. I lost my first dog, a pain I don’t even want to describe, and I gave my pet snake to a family who could take better care of him then I could.
I settled for my second choice of colleges, but felt like it was the best choice for me and my family.
I long for those nights when I drove home with the gas gauge past the empty line and a smile on my face about it.
The same goes for the mornings when I was able to sleep in due to a school closing but a note would greet me along with a shovel just outside the door.
My three years of wrestling flew by, but each practice seemed like a lifetime.
While my only symbols of wrestling success are a second place medal and a plaque, it was never the competition that made me love the sport, it was the life lessons I learned through sacrifices and from my coach.
I remember staring at the phone, waiting for the girl of the moment to call.
There are too many thoughts, flowing too fast to recall, and too many feelings welling up to describe them all.
Tyler Wentland is a Reporter for Youth Journalism International.
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