Reminiscing?

Excerpt from my paper that I thought was due tomorrow, but is actually due next wednesday, I am awesome.

I couldn’t wait to visit my relatives in central Kansas, driving through the boundless, raw Flint Hills. I would stay awake through the whole drive, silent, just staring out the window at the infinite, flat horizon. I completely absorbed it. Gazing at the hazy meadow of whispering wheat, swaying in the wind. I find a need to write,
These are the days we will
reminisce,
thinking about now and what is to come.

this will be the conscious time
to be remembered.

Before I left my hometown I was comfortable, familiar. Comfortable with myself, my art, and my surroundings. I felt confident being one of the more talented students in my art class, winning awards and being recognized for it. I was surrounded by maturity, but in reality was immature and couldn’t take in my environment and the personalities around me.

Haha, you can tell my main focus was wanting to put my poetry in it.
I'll write more on KCAI later, but in short- LOVE it.