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Two more hours... really rather scary actually, that the school I have pretty much made into my life the past four years- and the people in it that have been along the same path, some from preschool on or even earlier- is about to basically fall away from my life. Last two hours of high school ever. Wow.
I must admit that it was nothing like what I expected. The drama I thought came with high school was barely even there, at least for me and a lot of my friends. I never thought I would fall this hard for Spanish- in fact, my mom had to force me to take it in the first place. I thought (maybe more like really really hoped) I would have a boyfriend for most of high school... now I'm really glad I didn't. I thought I would be going to prom with Mr. Perfect. Now I'm pretty convinced that the best prom date in the world for me is... me.
I also thought I would be sad when I got this far and had to leave it all behind. But the truth is, sadness really isn't the first emotion that comes to my heart. Sure, I'll probably cry a few times tomorrow on the walk. After years of certain people being a wonderful part of your daily life, it's pretty hard to say goodbye and leave them behind. But I also feel greatly accomplished from all the hard work I've put into these past few years and all the accolades that came out of them. I feel anticipation for the life ahead of me, for the continuation of my schooling in a place where the people attend not based on geographic sampling but on actual intellectual passion. Change has to happen, and in the end, we can't stop it. So, as I leave high school, the thing I feel most is love for the friends, family, teachers, and school that has brought me to where I am today, and for those who will continue to support me tomorrow. I love you. I really do.
I must admit that it was nothing like what I expected. The drama I thought came with high school was barely even there, at least for me and a lot of my friends. I never thought I would fall this hard for Spanish- in fact, my mom had to force me to take it in the first place. I thought (maybe more like really really hoped) I would have a boyfriend for most of high school... now I'm really glad I didn't. I thought I would be going to prom with Mr. Perfect. Now I'm pretty convinced that the best prom date in the world for me is... me.
I also thought I would be sad when I got this far and had to leave it all behind. But the truth is, sadness really isn't the first emotion that comes to my heart. Sure, I'll probably cry a few times tomorrow on the walk. After years of certain people being a wonderful part of your daily life, it's pretty hard to say goodbye and leave them behind. But I also feel greatly accomplished from all the hard work I've put into these past few years and all the accolades that came out of them. I feel anticipation for the life ahead of me, for the continuation of my schooling in a place where the people attend not based on geographic sampling but on actual intellectual passion. Change has to happen, and in the end, we can't stop it. So, as I leave high school, the thing I feel most is love for the friends, family, teachers, and school that has brought me to where I am today, and for those who will continue to support me tomorrow. I love you. I really do.