One Day Quicker.

                You know, we live in a world where our newsfeed is full of updates of the presidential debates, we can't go a day without updating our Facebook "friends" on what our dogs ate for breakfast, or we take a picture of our kids and edit it to put it on social media before our family sees it. Now, don't get me wrong, I'm not saying that Facebook is flooded with adults with no lives, but that's what they do. Then there's our generation. We live in a generation where you walk down the hallways of high school and pass pregnant 15 year olds, people who decided to come to school high or are planning to go home and get high. Where did the days go that we could go to school, do our 2+2=4, color, take a nap, and go home? When did we grow up and become so mature and responsible, or think we were at least? Why is it that kids, or teenagers these days, see it as cool to go out, get high, have sex and get pregnant? Yeah I get that it's your choice, but you have your whole life ahead of you. I by no means am trying to tell you how to live your life, but think before you act here people. I walk around my school, and I see my friendships crumbling around me, but then I see others building themselves up from the ashes that they became after middle school. When did we become these people? When did we figure out that we have different groups of friends than everyone else? When did planning a movie date with your best friend have to be planned 3 weekends in advanced? Since when did being in high school require having 2 jobs? Did I miss the exit for this instruction manual? I don't remember this part of learning how to grow up. I know that when I was a kid, people always taught me to never grow up too fast but fast enough to keep up with everyone else. Can someone explain to me why I seem to be the only one to be traveling through high school at like 100 mph? No one ever told me that half way through my junior year I would be over the thought of school and want to just pack up and leave. Did I skip that class too? All I know now is that this little girl is growing up like a weed and I am loving every minute of it. No matter how much I complain, I love getting older and changing with age. It's cool to see the difference in me with age. And maybe I have grown up a little faster than everyone else, but that's okay with me, because I know where I want to be and who I want to surround myself with, and I wouldn't have it any other way. I may have big city, California dreams, but this small town girl will always have a place in her heart for the simple, young things in life. J.M. Barrie, the author of Peter Pan once said, "You need not be sorry for her. She was the kind that likes to grow up. In the end she grew up of her own free will a day quicker than the other girls."