When I Grow Up

DISCLAIMER: This is probably boring, it's a pretty standard reflection on change and the future.

It's pretty weird to think that the school year is almost over. To me, it doesn't seem like the school year is winding down, it seems like I'm just keeping my head above the water until the next extended. It probably has something to do with the weather. I've kind of digressed.
The school year is almost over, which means we (Class of 09) are almost seniors. This is a particularly petrifying thought to me, because senior year means one year away from college, which means four years or less away from the real world, which means being a grown-up. Being a grown-up is an extremely terrifying concept to me, maybe because I have so many different aspirations, and I'm not sure which ones I want to accomplish first. Potentially losing touch with the people I've met here is a really distressing matter as well.
My parents never talk to their high school friends, and rarely to their college friends. I've said it so many times, but at our ten-year reunion, I don't want to have to catch up with anyone, I want to say, "Hey, has your boss stopped being a jerk yet?" or something to that effect, like all friend-y and we-haven't-talked-in-only-a-couple-days-ish.
I think I'm most scared of change, especially because (minus homework) I pretty much like things as they are.

Oh, and since this is a reflection on the future, I think that, in 2020, there will be flying cars and people living on the moon, and maybe freeze-dried food will run rampant. Also there will be hologram communication technology, like in Star Wars.