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School starts in seventeen days. Oh lord. I'm so excited for Junior year, but as the days get closer and closer I start to panic more. I can't believe I'm going into my second last year of high school. A huge part of me is not ready to be an upperclassman yet. I'm talking with my bestie/sister and we're reflecting on the days when we were eight or nine, counting down to the Cheetah Girls concert my mom took us to. Of all the concerts I've been to, I think that particular one is the most memorable. It was my first ever concert, such a huge part of my childhood in the Bay Area. I miss it every day. Growing up sucks. Why can't I still be 8 or 9? Why do I have to turn 16 in 7 months?

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