Another Face in a Panorama

I was walking by the main office of DMHS today when I notice the class of 2004 Panorama. I stared at it for a while looking at the many faces of the people I had know, and then I realized that in five months I too would also be just another face in a panorama. The thought of the constant drama continuing without me is a scary one. To think that in five months I will lose contact with most of the people I know is even scarier. But things have to come to an end, this is one of the many givens of life. School has been a fourteen and a half year process for me, from my first day in pre-Kinder (where I cried for a few minutes, until I found a Hot Wheels(TM) racing track) to today, where I sit in front of a shitty computer thinking what the hell am I going to do with my life. I don't want to end up flipping burgers for a living, but I also don't want to end up working 9-5 as a cubicle rat. I know I still have about four to five years (depending on how much chillaxing I want to get done in college) to think about what I want to do with my life, but I have narrowed it down to two choices: Politics, or teaching. I really don't care if I'm never elected into public office, I just want to serve my country by being part of some politicians staff. Teaching is another story. I am still not sure if I have a thing for teaching because I've been legally forced to be surrounded by teachers for most of my life, and I can't let go. Five more freaking months to go, and then the curtains will be closed, the fat lady will sing, and I'll pass by the finish line of the High School 500 only to become another face in a picture, fading as the years go by, while curious idiots like me stare at it trying to sense how it must feel like to be over with it.