Five years is a long time for some who has been alive through their adolescent years. For me, seventh grade all the way to junior year seemed like it was the best years of my life. I picked up every bit of detail and events that all happened to tie in together. It all seems as if things go by too fast and all that I could remember next is just my graduation year, that is one quarter away. Some find it relieving to end their grade school believing that it restricts them from doing anything. However, I crave for school, I say no to graduation. It is no choice for me to graduate. Why you may ask that I like school? This is an opportunity and I will only get one chance at it. I am talking about both school and first real love. The hardest decision is not thinking who you are going to love, but whether how you are going to handle it. It is true that you should only love during or after college, but like my parents say im "hard-headed". My biggest challenge, probably anyone's biggest challenge, is being stuck, and worse my head just wants to bluntly run into it. She was different than all the other loves that I had, something about her had changed my mind completely, and she was part of my mind all through those five years. Emotionally, she locked me to only love her and no one else, funny thing is that I never told her that I loved her. I like discipline but it just gets boring and bottled up like a stuck champagne bottle. I just want smash it against a wall and wave it crazily like a mad man with a bloody hand. Running out of energy and giving up and crying. Yet, Men do not cry, they persevere. Consequently, I am on the edge of giving up on her because she is always two steps ahead of me in looks, smarts, and class. It is not easy facing up to her only to expect the opposite, bringing myself to practically cheer in joy at the wrong answer. I heard making a girl wait is a sin, but making her wait five years is a death wish. Yet, it is not completely useless to balance both school and love. I found what that opportunity meant and my head split just for looking for it. The pain is only covered when a new band aid takes place of the old one. Trying not to pick at the scab for more pain.