Yesterday, we had a Fine Arts concert, with song and dance and drama and handbells... it's to orient the Freshwomen with the wicked awesome fine arts kids... but they didn't want to talk to me, which is normal. They tend to talk with the drama girls, the girls that are more visible, have more skills than I. I am just one of those faces in the choir; and, after all, drama is about making a show of oneself while choir is about blending into a group. Anyway, I think I already know which Frosh I want, just because I've known her since the beginning of time. 

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Handbells were playing their song "Acension", it's such a gorgeous and deep piece that I absolutely adore and it sends shivers up my spine and--
I started crying.

I started crying because this was one of the last times I'd ever see some of handbells girls play, one of the last times I'd see some of the dancers dance, one of the last times I'd ever sing with some choirmates, some of the last times I'd ever see some of the thespians act. So the tears came. Gods, I will miss my senior friends so much it will hurt, and somehow I'm going to have to make it through next year without them.

And while the tears where coming, I realized that in a little less than a month, I will be a senior and then I will have a little more than a year to be around the wonderful and gorgeous underclasswomen as well as the fantastic people within my own class. Next May, I will have to get all teary-eyed as Ms. Seaton presents me a rose because this time, *I'll* be the one leaving.

And great, I'm about to cry again.