Keep Your Head Up, Kid

I'm exhausted, bloody exhausted.  Grade twelve is a whirlwind of everything: unexpected friendships, boys, university, grad, life, growing up.  At this moment right now I feel as though life is happening too fast for me to really keep up.  My friends have been accepted into university, those going, other one(s) are moving across the country.   I myself have been accepted into university, (University of British Columbia, Okanagan campus).  UBC-O wasn't my first choice, UBC Vancouver was, essentially I've been short listed for UBC-Van.  When I found out, I was essentially devastated, and couldn't rejoice in the fact that I was indeed, accepted into university.  A very good university at that.  I just had my mind so made up about Vancouver, that it became apart of me, apart of my identity.  Now, that it might not be there, I'm a little lost as to who I am and what I'm going to do, and how I'm going to do it.  Growing up is hard.  We are going to have to give up our old selves.  The people we were in highschool, and become someone new.  We are starting a whole new chapter in our lives, and we can choose to stay here and be the same person we were in highschool.  In highschool, our lives were planned out for us, we knew what to expect every year.  Now, we're all going off to start a new life, an independent life.  This is our last year as children really, before we take on the world.  It's terrifying, it's exciting, it's sad, it's bittersweet.  It's so many things I can't even wrap my head around it, I don't know if I ever will.