Time in a bottle

Time in a bottle

About a year ago this time, I was graduating from high school. No big deal. Just your average teenager from a small town who happened to hit it big. Who happened to hit it all the way to Stanford, California. Yet, I can’t help but linger on what is no longer. I am no longer a high schooler, no longer a student at my rural, small town high school. Though my school was by no means perfect, I miss it — I’m nostalgic. Our school had this saying, “On…