9th Grader.

Bags packed. Schedule memorized. “Empire State of Mind” has been playing in my mind for the past 72 hours straight.

I feel ready— and a little unsteady. New York is new, big, and bright. It’s kinda like your first day of freshman year of high school. You’re used to being a cool 8th grader that sits atop all of middle school. But then you realize that high school is a new world and there is so much you don’t know.

With that being said, I hear the cafeteria food is better than middle school. The classes are super interesting too.

“If I can make here, I can make it anywhere that’s what they say”— Alicia Keys

Jill Sullivan | 5.5.19 | #1