Up until now, it hasn't felt like leaving home would happen that soon. But the last couple of weeks have made me realize that life as I know it is about to end. There will be no more home cooked meals waiting for me when I get home, no one to tell me what time I have to be home and no one to make me clean my room. It's going to all be up to me to take care of myself. The reality of all of that hit me when we had the graduation meeting. We have our schedules and are dealing with ordering tickets and everything. And we have finally entered the infamous fourth quarter of senior year: the time in our lives when we stop taking school seriously and just coast. This is when senioritis hits the hardest. All I can think about now is whether I've been accepted or denied (knock on wood) at each college I applied to. Every day centers around the moment when I get home and check the mailbox. The anticipation of sorting through the mail each day is almost more than I can handle. I'm sure I'll always remember the day I got my first acceptance, and the day I got my first letter that I was deferred. (Hopefully I don't get denied anywhere!) After wondering where I'll go to college my whole life, and spending my whole senior year applying to colleges, this next week will be the most dramatic week of my life. I will find out where my choices are for college next year, and I will be able to weigh my options and try to make the best decision for myself. Where I go for the next four years will influence the rest of my life, and so this next week will be when I make the biggest choice I have ever made yet.