Driving along a highway, going home from somewhere - I don't remember what - and we were coming to the end.  We were passing mile markers, getting lower with every one. 5.1...5.0...4.9..........1.3........0.2......and we were coming to the end.  Approaching home after a trip, seeing signs of getting closer every few seconds and the car just keeps carrying me on, it always feels like something else is coming to an end, as the mile markers count it down. 
     Senior year is winding up now.  We've passed three report cards that, like those green signs on the highway, mark progress towards the end.  My friend is keeping a tally, marking off the days we have left in school.  I've spent what seems like my whole life there, the same school since kindergarten.  In sixth grade I moved accross the driveway, but its still the same school.  For two thirds of my life - no, more - I've been there.  And now the days are counting down and its coming to an end.
     This is  no imagined era of a family vacation, but truely a new time approaching.  Four and a half short months from now I'll live somewhere new, and though I look forward to all that it will offer, I can't help but feel sorrow for all that I'm leaving behind.  Nothing will be the same again, after this year comes to its end.