ma·ture
[muh-too–adjective
1.
complete in natural growth or development, as plant andanimal forms: a mature rose bush.
So maybe you know what I mean, maybe you don't.....Maybe your there or maybe your anticipating it?
Do you remember back in middle school when you'd get out of school head outside and step up the stairs, onto the bus? Do you remember the first few times where you have to decide where your going to sit? You could go with the first front few seats and a have comfortable distance from the noise and crazy, but this spot could leave you with the unwanted taunts of being the "bus driver's pet." So instead you consider the middle isle seats, they are away from the driver and allow you some slight freedom to kick your feet up or do some sleeping. Then there's your final option, the last three rows. These rows in middle school seem to be the place to be, the infamous "in." So lets say your like me and decide to dip your foot into that back few rows. Like a hot tub, you find yourself in some very hot place that takes you off guard with the loud people and the new things you discover about everything thats wrong. After a bit though the setting becomes more comforting and you step right into those seats without hesitation. This time on the bus is almost comforting and you can't wait to get on the bus and have that 20 min.
I didn't plan on this being this long and the point of this was how things change but it ended up way to long. So i'm going to do a series of them explaining my not so interesting life.
Well this time in middle school is awesome and you wanna keep this on forever, you soon come to realize that this little bubble isn't so realistic. About the time you realize this, it hits you that it's time to grow up and be MATURE.
Ok so I lied! two blogs = no! I'm just going to use this one cuz its the cutest!
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