Two things come to mind at that end of the year:
1. Thank goodness!
2. Stress! Stress, stress, stress, stress!
If high school was a story, where would the falling action be in the plot?
That's the thing, though,
There isn't one.
The new year comes
and our stories only rise up
and up to the ****** building and building until suddenly
STOP
Do not go on.
Do not turn the page.
This is the end of the testing session.
The sudden fall.
We learned so much, so fast
But we lose it just as quickly.
****** to resolution, there is no in between.
Another year gone like that.
And thus comes the "new" beginning.
A "new" story,
A "new" chapter,
history just waiting to repeat itself.
The beginning:
Of a year the same as all the rest.
Of time wasted.
Of knowledge gone.
Of saying this time, yes, this time will be different.
Of saying it won't be the same as you've made it for the past eleven years.
Because this year, you're going out with a bang, giving it your best shot.
Until it all doesn't matter.
Until that disease sets in.
So yes,
It's the beginning.
Will you make it new?
