Arianna: Running Start and Life

I am going to take the Running Start entrance test in March. If I pass I will have the opportunity to start collage in the autumn. There are so many variables in this equation. It really depends on what I want to do and what is my intent. Technically I am a freshmen this year but if I enroll in Running Start I will automatically become a junior. This will cut off a year of seminary and stake dances. I will move out after my 18 birthday and go to regular collage to earn my four year degree. Much of this sounds really appealing due to the fact that, as it stands now, I will be 18 for all but the first month of my senior year. I am a lot older than most of the other people in my grade. I want to be able to move on with life after I turn 18. But, at the same time, by going a year early I cut off exactly one year of my childhood. I would lose a year of seminary thus eliminating the chance to attend a church school. (I am not really worried about that though. I really am not that keen to go to BYU.)And while all my friends are still going to youth dances I would have to go to YSA dances. I don't know. If I pass the test that does not mean that I must attend this year. Do I get a head start on life or do I prolong childhood?
Grandma has been really, really great in helping me with this whole driving thing. She and I have been taking drives into Tri-Cities on weekdays when there is a fair amount of traffic but not so much that it is overwhelming. Those drives give me hope that I really might be able to pass my class.
Tai Chi update: Due to the bus quadrupling the price of passes in February, Tuesday and Thursday classes have been moved from the lunch hour to 3:15. That way the girls can come in with me and then do Tae Kwon Do and there will not be time in between classes. Also, I am starting Saturday classes and have a few people signed up!
But oh, Tae Kwon Do! I have been missing it because of my stupid driver's ed. class. I really must get back soon. Not just because I have been getting out of shape but because I miss that feeling of belonging. I miss the adrenaline. I miss my amazing teachers. I miss my friends. I miss that satisfying ache in my arms. In class I have the opportunity to work out any stress or anger. Hitting people is expected but at the same time I practice control and discipline. I miss feeling like I am good at something and feeling like I accomplished something. I feel like I am missing a critical part of myself; something that I am and not just something that I do. I cry more and sleep less as of late. Focusing has become a chore. I keep reminding myself: three more weeks. I can do it. Just a little farther.