BOO- Isabelle Rinker

This may sound like a cliché, but my biggest fear is growing up. As I approach the middle of junior year, I am suddenly being thrown several questions, including "Where do you want to go to college?" and "What are you going to major in?" Academy seminar mornings consist of college planning presentations and scholarship information, and I am by no means calling these activities redundant, but the idea that in a year and a half I may be in a completely different town, maybe a completely different state, living on my own and making my own decisions terrifies me.

It's an idea that I have just recently come to terms with. In retrospect, it feels as if these past two years (and counting) years in high school have gone by so fast. I feel like yesterday I was a clueless 13-year old freshman wandering the halls on my first day here at Henry Clay. And now, I'm halfway through, given only a year and a half to decide where I'm going to spend the next four years of my life. And to me, that is a scary thought.