It seems like it was just yesterday that I was standing outside of my high school, in my Avenged Sevenfold shirt and jeans, Converse and Alkaline Trio messenger bag. I was totally overwhelmed and one of the newbies. I was a freshmen.
Being the freshmen I was, completely inexperienced in the tricks and trade of high school, I thought everything would be hard as hell. Like really, really hard. Silly me. Everything was surprisingly easy. Only having four classes might have been the reason. English, math, physical science, and World History. Maybe it was because I had the
most best friends that year. I mean, I still have kick-ass friends, I guess, but it’s just not the same. I still think having only four classes and a block schedule was the reason.
I’ll admit, I was naive. Then again, it seems like everyone is sometimes, so what does it really matter? But at the time, I kinda felt like I was just trying to fit in with everyone else. Maybe I was, maybe I wasn’t. I tried to be myself, no matter what the hell hit me. In the end, I think I was just attempting to please my friends. Or people I thought were my friends. Whatever the reason was, I felt like I had to kind of fit in somewhere. After awhile though, I honestly didn’t care about what people thought about me or who talked about me or stuff of that nature.
I have to say, that was the funnest year of high school. Yeah, most people say that their senior year is the best and most fun, but I’m just getting to that part. . .
In a week I will be a senior. Granted, I was officially a senior when I got my report card that said I’m a senior this year. Which I kind of knew I was going to be. I mean, yeah, I had my doubts, but doesn’t everyone? It seems like those 3 years went by so fast. Freshmen year. Sophomore year. Junior year. It’s just really hard to believe that I’m a senior this year.
The fact that I’m starting school a week is overwhelming, but the fact that all my friends and I are going to be seniors is even more overwhelming. From what I saw from seniors last year, it’s pretty stressful and fun at the same time. There’s prom and graduation, but there’s also the chance that they might not graduate. At my school, there are a series of 5 tests that you have to take sophomore year, and if you don’t pass all of them your senior year, then you can’t graduate. Pretty stupid, I think. Luckily, I passed them all already, so all I would have to worry about are my grades and college.
It’s actually kind of weird thinking about college. During freshmen year, I didn’t think about that. I didn’t really think much about my future, just what was happening right there and then. I mean, honestly, it’s not as hard as I thought it would be. I already know what I want to major in, which is journalism. Granted, I have other possible talents and interests, but I can always incorporate those things in, which I do sometimes anyway. I already know what college I’d like to attend and how to accomplish it, but it still seems like it’s all just…flashing by me.
Maybe I can’t believe I’m a senior because well, I’m 4’10” at almost 18…Strangely, not the shortest at my high school, though. Maybe it’s because I honestly never thought I’d make it this far. Something inside kind of made me feel like I wouldn’t make it this far. For whatever the reason, no matter how weird or silly, I’m a senior in high school this year and I’m ready for whatever the hell life throws at me.
Blink and you can miss an entire chapter of your life.