Walking into the Ventura Unified School District building made me feel small. Here I was at the helm of it all (or some of it), walking towards what would become reliant upon my future. Walking down the hallways made me feel small. The doors are about three times taller than the average person; I seemed to sink into my shoes with each step that I took. This feeling I later realized, paralleled how I feel about my education and knowledge. I felt small. Leaving the AP test, I felt somewhat larger. I don't know if that was a result of growing accustomed to the large hallways and doors, or if it was because my metaphor had extended to include my satisfaction with how AP tests went for me and therefore making me feel larger so I wasn't so small and inferior. I've been growing quite upset lately. It seems as if the distance between myself and some of my friends is increasing. The troubling part to me is that it seems like everyone is okay with it. I know I'm not, but it's also partly my fault as well as theirs. My mind wanders down the path that one of the solutions is to grow okay with the distance in hopes that I'll feel better with the situation- and accomdate my school choice where I feel most comfortable. This solution is sounding, sadly, more right every day.