{"version":"1.0","provider_name":"Soft Sensibilities","provider_url":"https:\/\/kimberlypearl.co\/blog","author_name":"Kimberly","author_url":"https:\/\/kimberlypearl.co\/blog\/author\/kimberlypearl-92gmail-com\/","title":"Goodbye High School, Hellooo World! &#8226; Soft Sensibilities","type":"rich","width":600,"height":338,"html":"<blockquote class=\"wp-embedded-content\" data-secret=\"lVCJf3YJk9\"><a href=\"https:\/\/kimberlypearl.co\/blog\/goodbye-high-school-hellooo-world\/\">Goodbye High School, Hellooo World!<\/a><\/blockquote><iframe sandbox=\"allow-scripts\" security=\"restricted\" src=\"https:\/\/kimberlypearl.co\/blog\/goodbye-high-school-hellooo-world\/embed\/#?secret=lVCJf3YJk9\" width=\"600\" height=\"338\" title=\"&#8220;Goodbye High School, Hellooo World!&#8221; &#8212; Soft Sensibilities\" data-secret=\"lVCJf3YJk9\" frameborder=\"0\" marginwidth=\"0\" marginheight=\"0\" scrolling=\"no\" class=\"wp-embedded-content\"><\/iframe><script type=\"text\/javascript\">\n\/* <![CDATA[ *\/\n\/*! This file is auto-generated *\/\n!function(d,l){\"use strict\";l.querySelector&&d.addEventListener&&\"undefined\"!=typeof URL&&(d.wp=d.wp||{},d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage||(d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage=function(e){var t=e.data;if((t||t.secret||t.message||t.value)&&!\/[^a-zA-Z0-9]\/.test(t.secret)){for(var s,r,n,a=l.querySelectorAll('iframe[data-secret=\"'+t.secret+'\"]'),o=l.querySelectorAll('blockquote[data-secret=\"'+t.secret+'\"]'),c=new RegExp(\"^https?:$\",\"i\"),i=0;i<o.length;i++)o[i].style.display=\"none\";for(i=0;i<a.length;i++)s=a[i],e.source===s.contentWindow&&(s.removeAttribute(\"style\"),\"height\"===t.message?(1e3<(r=parseInt(t.value,10))?r=1e3:~~r<200&&(r=200),s.height=r):\"link\"===t.message&&(r=new URL(s.getAttribute(\"src\")),n=new URL(t.value),c.test(n.protocol))&&n.host===r.host&&l.activeElement===s&&(d.top.location.href=t.value))}},d.addEventListener(\"message\",d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage,!1),l.addEventListener(\"DOMContentLoaded\",function(){for(var e,t,s=l.querySelectorAll(\"iframe.wp-embedded-content\"),r=0;r<s.length;r++)(t=(e=s[r]).getAttribute(\"data-secret\"))||(t=Math.random().toString(36).substring(2,12),e.src+=\"#?secret=\"+t,e.setAttribute(\"data-secret\",t)),e.contentWindow.postMessage({message:\"ready\",secret:t},\"*\")},!1)))}(window,document);\n\/\/# sourceURL=https:\/\/kimberlypearl.co\/blog\/wp-includes\/js\/wp-embed.min.js\n\/* ]]> *\/\n<\/script>\n","description":"I\u2019m officially a high school graduate, as of Thursday, June 24, 2010. Graduated with four honors, ooh, yeah. I\u2019m quite the nerd, and proud. I\u2019m also one of the few that didn\u2019t cry; perhaps the finality of leaving this place of familiarity hasn\u2019t yet hit me. \u00a0It&#8217;s not that I&#8217;m coldhearted and incapable of feeling\u2014it&#8217;s that I don&#8217;t see any rationale in crying over the have-beens. I recognize, appreciate, and cherish the past for what it&#8217;s worth. Most of my greatest memories (and I say that as if I&#8217;ve been alive for a century) happened during my high school years. Will I miss the familiarity? Perhaps. Will I miss being able to see my closest girlfriends nearly every day? Of course. Tears shed would only be in vain; the past can&#8217;t be re-lived, and dwelling upon emotions of nostalgia prevents you from moving forward. Life&#8217;s about progression. One chapter has been written, and closed. The next is but a blank canvas waiting to be written. I&#8217;m ready though, ready for the next step. The first big milestone of my life has been checked off, so it&#8217;s on to the next. I&#8217;m ready to take on the world (uni, a.k.a. the&hellip;"}