Yesterday morning I woke up and thought to myself, 'This is your last first game of your life.' That's when it hit me, I am growing up. I drifted in and out of classes all day, sitting in the desk before the tardy bell rang, but not really being there.
I snapped out of my day dreams of college, dorms, and messy ponytails and sweatpants and came back into my reality. I looked around me and saw my class mates that I have been with everyday for the last ten years... And I wondered, ten years from now, will I still know them? Will I be able to close my eyes and still picture the color of their eyes or the dimple in their cheeks? In ten years will I be able to pick of the phone and call one of them and immediately recognize their voice?... Probably not.
The bell rang and it was time for me to get on the bus for the game. Of coarse the seniors sat together, because thats what we always do. Since our freshman year the five of us have basically been attached at the hip... And thats not just a generic statement.
We got our cameras out and started posing. Big smiles, huge hugs, bunny ears, and peace signs... We worked that camera for all we were worth... But while we were sitting there laughing and trying not to cut anyone out of the frame, it hit me that this is probably one of the last times that all five of us will be in the same photo... Sure there is homecoming and prom... But not many more opportunities after that.
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you have a strong post here. I really don't have any suggestions about the content at all except for grammatical issues listed below. You have done a fine job, now it is time to "fine tune" the job
Just some basic comments first:
* leave an open line between paragraphs so it makes it easier to read in short spurts.
Spelling issues:
class mates or classmates
"pick of the phone" or "pick up the phone"
coarse or course
thats or that's
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