Three more days
I’m done. I’m done with it. I’m done with doing to class and learning nothing. I’m done with getting yelled at for having no id on. I’m done with being dress coded for seeing .2 centimeters of my stomach when I reach for something really high. I’m done with all the squeaky girls who think they are better than me. I’m done with everyone and everything.
I guess that means I’m done with other things too. I’m done with Chandler High. I’m done with yearbooks. I’m done with October break. I’m done with DECA. I’m done with the people I’ve known since first grade; the same people I will never be in a room with for more than three minutes ever again, for the rest of my life. I’m done with all the homecomings and prom. I’m done with all the security guards, especially Scott, who never makes you put your id on and still says to me almost every time I see him, “Hey, let’s go play some golf.” I played golf one semester, and he still somehow remembers me. I’m done with trying to find things to do my friends on Friday nights. I’m done, and I know I will miss it.
As seniors, we own this school; the hallways, the classrooms, and the infamous lack of enthusiasm. As I look back, I know that this school has changed my life forever. I hope I never forget the little things because without them, life these last four years would have been very boring. I still remember freshman year, everyone told us to not jaywalk to Elmer’s. One day we did and got caught, just like we were told. That is one important thing I have learned in high school, “no matter what, you will always get caught.”
My entire freshman year, I sat next to this kid in math. He dressed differently than I was used to, but the weirdest thing for me was not being able to tell if he was a girl or a boy. He never talked and had the weirdest hair I had ever seen. By the end of the year, I realized he was a very nice person. I realized I needed to be nice to everyone at first and judge after you get to know them.
I remember so many bizarre instances with people just in this classroom that I will never forget. One time I was with Danielle and we left a restaurant and I thought my car got stolen. It turns out it was just an evil trick by my sister. I will never forget ddr. I will never forget falling asleep on my couch and waking up to get in bed, going into my room and finding Chris and Shehran sleeping together. I learned to waltz with Chris. I will never forget that interesting experience. I won’t forget Ryan, Rita, or John. I won’t forget Brittany getting Starbucks every day junior year. I won’t forget Brian playing the best female in our Greek plays. You flipped that red wig with great pizzazz. Everyone else who I didn’t name, you are awesome too. We finally get to leave this place, but I kind of wish I could take you all with me.
Nothing bothers me anymore, and I think that I am nice to everyone no matter if I think they are weird or not. I’m used to things such as disappointment. Life is full of it. The weird thing is that I used to think that I never disappointed anybody, but I know now that I do it often. Never forget, “sometimes you’re the bug, and sometimes you’re the windshield” (Price Cobb). You have to live life as it comes, other wise you will constantly be unhappy with how it turns out.
I have also learned to accept change. Change happens in two different ways; in your favor and not in your favor. When the change helps better your life, you do not even recognize it as change. When it is for the worse, it seems like your world just might be crumbling into pieces like a dry cookie. But you move on. I used to not think it was possible to do, but it is. I swear.
My little sister will be coming to Chandler High next year. The thought of this scares me because she’s crazy. She already thinks she rules the world. She’ll probably be running the school by the time she graduates. As a tribute to her, I will use one of her quotes to explain a part of my life. She says, “Life is like a mouth of crooked teeth. Friends are the braces that make it beautiful.” I think friends in high school introduce you to the real world. They can be mean and rude, but by the end of it all, I think you finally find the good ones. You realize the kind of person you want to be and the kind of people you want to surround yourself with for the rest of your life. By knowing this as you leave high school, you are bound to make many new friends in your future.
As we are sitting here in our last week at Chandler High, I encourage you to look around and smile. This will never happen again in our lives. Be happy about that too though. If it happened more than once you’d be stuck here forever, and who would ever want that?
Since we are in English class I would like to use one more example of a rhetorical device; the metonymy. Goodbye Chandler High. By Chandler High, I do not mean the building, but the people who are associated with it. Thank you and I will see you around.
I guess that means I’m done with other things too. I’m done with Chandler High. I’m done with yearbooks. I’m done with October break. I’m done with DECA. I’m done with the people I’ve known since first grade; the same people I will never be in a room with for more than three minutes ever again, for the rest of my life. I’m done with all the homecomings and prom. I’m done with all the security guards, especially Scott, who never makes you put your id on and still says to me almost every time I see him, “Hey, let’s go play some golf.” I played golf one semester, and he still somehow remembers me. I’m done with trying to find things to do my friends on Friday nights. I’m done, and I know I will miss it.
As seniors, we own this school; the hallways, the classrooms, and the infamous lack of enthusiasm. As I look back, I know that this school has changed my life forever. I hope I never forget the little things because without them, life these last four years would have been very boring. I still remember freshman year, everyone told us to not jaywalk to Elmer’s. One day we did and got caught, just like we were told. That is one important thing I have learned in high school, “no matter what, you will always get caught.”
My entire freshman year, I sat next to this kid in math. He dressed differently than I was used to, but the weirdest thing for me was not being able to tell if he was a girl or a boy. He never talked and had the weirdest hair I had ever seen. By the end of the year, I realized he was a very nice person. I realized I needed to be nice to everyone at first and judge after you get to know them.
I remember so many bizarre instances with people just in this classroom that I will never forget. One time I was with Danielle and we left a restaurant and I thought my car got stolen. It turns out it was just an evil trick by my sister. I will never forget ddr. I will never forget falling asleep on my couch and waking up to get in bed, going into my room and finding Chris and Shehran sleeping together. I learned to waltz with Chris. I will never forget that interesting experience. I won’t forget Ryan, Rita, or John. I won’t forget Brittany getting Starbucks every day junior year. I won’t forget Brian playing the best female in our Greek plays. You flipped that red wig with great pizzazz. Everyone else who I didn’t name, you are awesome too. We finally get to leave this place, but I kind of wish I could take you all with me.
Nothing bothers me anymore, and I think that I am nice to everyone no matter if I think they are weird or not. I’m used to things such as disappointment. Life is full of it. The weird thing is that I used to think that I never disappointed anybody, but I know now that I do it often. Never forget, “sometimes you’re the bug, and sometimes you’re the windshield” (Price Cobb). You have to live life as it comes, other wise you will constantly be unhappy with how it turns out.
I have also learned to accept change. Change happens in two different ways; in your favor and not in your favor. When the change helps better your life, you do not even recognize it as change. When it is for the worse, it seems like your world just might be crumbling into pieces like a dry cookie. But you move on. I used to not think it was possible to do, but it is. I swear.
My little sister will be coming to Chandler High next year. The thought of this scares me because she’s crazy. She already thinks she rules the world. She’ll probably be running the school by the time she graduates. As a tribute to her, I will use one of her quotes to explain a part of my life. She says, “Life is like a mouth of crooked teeth. Friends are the braces that make it beautiful.” I think friends in high school introduce you to the real world. They can be mean and rude, but by the end of it all, I think you finally find the good ones. You realize the kind of person you want to be and the kind of people you want to surround yourself with for the rest of your life. By knowing this as you leave high school, you are bound to make many new friends in your future.
As we are sitting here in our last week at Chandler High, I encourage you to look around and smile. This will never happen again in our lives. Be happy about that too though. If it happened more than once you’d be stuck here forever, and who would ever want that?
Since we are in English class I would like to use one more example of a rhetorical device; the metonymy. Goodbye Chandler High. By Chandler High, I do not mean the building, but the people who are associated with it. Thank you and I will see you around.