“Once More to the Lake” is the title of E. B. White’s essay that started to deteriorate my sanity last year in an AP English class, so I found it fitting to title this post with that as it’s the last weekend before school starts. I was hesitant about leaving until the last possible second before school starts, but being away is just what I need. There’s something magical about lake life; it’s simple and pure and easy. Days spent at any lake anywhere in this world are not easily forgotten. The simplistic way of life creates an era of nostalgia.
Senior year will be good. It’ll actually probably be a lot better than “good.” I can’t wait to see what the next nine months have in store, because as I’ve learned, you truly never know what will happen, despite your best efforts, plans, and goals. Life just happens how it’s supposed to happen.