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Uh... hi! Again. This summer has been a really crazy one. My parents were away for most of it, and it was extremely difficult.

Anyway. Today was my last day of work for the summer, and possibly for good. It was a bittersweet day. In some ways it was great--I gave an awesome tour and spent the afternoon on the lawn playing graces with little kids and the other young lady rangers. In other ways... I've been working at this museum for three seasons now, and it's kind of strange to realize just how much I've changed since I started. I was eighteen years old when I began, and I'm twenty-one now. I am in such a different place in my life now. Back then I was still with The Fluffy-Headed Idiot. I barely knew Milgroin, and had just met A. On a lighter note, I had longish blond hair and still wore glasses for my convergence insufficiency (which seems to have fixed itself about a year ago).

A few days ago I was talking with the other ranger who'd been there since 2010, and he said that he was impressed with how much I'd grown up over these three years. It was kind of strange, because I'd always somewhat looked up to him. I think this was his fifth season, so my first season was his third. It's always strange to reach the points where people you looked up to were when you met them.

That general idea is bouncing around in my head because in two days I go back to school to start my senior year. I've met a firstie on tumblr, and have tentative plans to get tea with her at some point during her orientation/choir summer camp, and it is so weird to remember being a firstie. The seniors all seemed so wise, and so much older than I was. If one of them had offered to get tea with me, I would have squeaked and run away that they'd notice me! Okay, perhaps not, but it's strange to remember how I looked at the upperclasswomen and wonder if that's how people are looking at me.

In other words, growing up is weird. I'm not sure if I like it.

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it's strange to remember how I looked at the upperclasswomen and wonder if that's how people are looking at me.

Yup. That's exactly how they're looking at you.

I love those moments in life when you can see just how much you've changed into something new and exciting. When you can look at someone and say, "I want to be like that one day," and then . . . "one day" arrives, and you are like that! It's like seeing yourself twice, in two different versions. The younger version, all looking forward, and then the older version, having achieved the goal. And it's still you in there!

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