7 more days of Freshman year.

Now I have gone about this blog thing all the wrong way, starting at an end instead of a beggining. But lets just go along with it anyways.
My name is Madison Delgado and I am from Portland, OR. I live in the city of roses, hipsters and coffee. I am about to end my first year of highschool and will admit, I am feeling kind of emotional. A lot has happened in the last year. I have come to grips with my depression and anxiety, planned out where I want to go to college and who my true friends are.
I'm not going to lie. It has not been easy. What with Geometry, English and Journalism....
No, that's a lie. I love English. And it is infact a book that got me wanting to do this. The book was not in blog format, but it is about a girl who goes on an adventure and grows so much. It's two books actually, Anna and the French Kiss and 13 Little Blue Envelopes. If you have read either you know they are both about a girl who goes to Europe and experiances massive changes... And I want that.
I want my Great Perhaps. I want my Eureka moment. I want to find out why the hell we are in this labyrinth.
I am not saying I know the answers to any of these questions. I am just an emotional teenage girl who wants to express herself for anyone to see. And if you are reading this, thank you. Hope it is entertaining.
But back to Highschool. It's not easy. Not at all the like middle school, middle school prepares you for high school about as much as a kiddie pool prepares you for a swim across the English Channel. High school is a mass of sweaty teenagers with horrible acne, kind teachers, bitchy teachers, drugs, books, homework and friends.
To say I want out is an understatment, but I am loving every moment of it. I loved track this year, even though I think I am in denial about having asthma and somtimes freak out when my throat decides I am done running. I love writting essays for english and drawing timelines of WW II for history. I love my teachers, I love the way I can go to the park for lunch.
I hate how much I think. I think about math homework. I think about my little brother. I think about my mom, what im to make for dinner tonight, and if I am going to be able to handle IB next year. I think about college.
College. I know some people try to grow up too fast, and I promise that is not what I want to do. I am enjoying these days of being fifteen. But not a day goes past when I think "Just a few more years. A few more years and then you can leave all these people, move to London and get into college."
I was suprised when I found out that is not what everyone wants. In fact, I only know one person who shares the same thought process as me, and if I actually follow up with these posts you will find out that this person helped me out a lot this year, and in my future. Both of us want far away, far away from family and anything having to do with now. We cannot stand the thought of going to college somewhere that our parents could just pop in and start doing their buisness all up in our buisness.
No, I want to live somewhere far far away. And it is going to be brilliant. It is going to be fantastic. London, College, the future is going to be fantastic.
So if I have one message in my first blog post, it's this; set goals. Goals can set you free.