graduation 2007
so....graduation is here at last. kinda hard to believe, you know?? this time tomorrow, ill probably be running around at some party, basking in the glory that will be my being done with sutherland high school forever.
dont get me wrong; i loved high school. adored it. would i go back to it? probably in a heartbeat. do i really want to? not at all. i like who i've become over the past four years. i love looking back and seeing how far ive come from freshman year, i never realized how much id changed. freshman year i was so painfully shy and quiet. i got the 'most opinionated cast member' award during damn yankees. cuz i never talked. (get the joke? haha) sophomore year was, in a nutshell, euro, but hey i survived with a few gashes, and many a close call with that 11pm curfew. i was a little bolder that year too; i think the second i turned sixteen i kinda came into my own. and of course we all know about my junior year. for those that dont, lets just say i learned somethings about the opposite sex that have as of late proven quite useful.....we'll leave it at that. :) and lastly, that senior year. ups and downs and all-arounds, fights with friends and the counseling office,and hugs and tears. i grew up a lot in the span of the end of last year to today. im glad. though im usually afraid of growing up and becoming old and jaded, i realize this was probably the best thing that ever happened to me.
im glad that i started this livejournal when i did. march of freshman year. think about it! i have almost 4 full years of highschool recorded for the world, and me, to view. and there are 4 full years of college living to come! how strange it will be to go back to reread my escapades as a high school senior when im about to graduate from geneseo. ill probably laugh. a lot. and then say 'sarah you silly girl, you did not grow up at all, you've become even sillier in college.' thats probably not far from the truth at all.
as of late, there have been a lot of postings and rants about feeling 'numb' about the events that will take place tomorrow. im not sure what this 'numb' is. i certainly don't have it. dont get me wrong; im a little sad at graduating, but i came to terms with the inevitable departure of friends and my comfort zone a long time ago. i know that i wont be at sutherland next year; im okay with that. im okay with knowing my friends will be god-knows-where. ive had approximately one blow up over this entire thing--in the car on the way to mary's piano recital on sunday. i yelled at everyone to 'shut up' about everything and spent the next 20 minutes crying in the backseat, listening to my ipod. then i went and enjoyed mary's recital. i got over it. that's what i think we all need to do....get over it. this isn't anything new, we've known this day would come for YEARS. the trick is to get through it without falling to pieces. (again, my 22-year-old self will be saying, 'sarah you silly girl, you were totally having a numb moment. DONT DENY IT I KNOW YOU ARE.')
when i look back on four years of high school, i want to remember the good times. the ends of every fifth period freshman year, waving to mitch with val and alyssa from the top of a staircase that no longer exists. the sweet sixteen birthday party, where i showed up with my girl scout vest because id been tricked into thinking it was a meeting and not a surprise party at all. junior year, and discovering that boys are nice to be with, even if they turn out to be toads in the end, not princes. and senior year. SENIOR YEAR. homecoming, and finally winning, and screaming and jumping up and down, cruising home in the junkmobile after a 3 hour dance rehearsal, with the windows down despite the -3° windchill and pxy blasting, four days in boston that will never be recreated except at a dinner table, and everything in between. i want to remember that. i dont want to remember being distraught about leaving. id hate for my beautiful memories to be tarnished by thoughts of crying and carrying on as i empty out my locker for the last time.
congrats, class of 007. it's been fun. you definitely will be missed.
dont get me wrong; i loved high school. adored it. would i go back to it? probably in a heartbeat. do i really want to? not at all. i like who i've become over the past four years. i love looking back and seeing how far ive come from freshman year, i never realized how much id changed. freshman year i was so painfully shy and quiet. i got the 'most opinionated cast member' award during damn yankees. cuz i never talked. (get the joke? haha) sophomore year was, in a nutshell, euro, but hey i survived with a few gashes, and many a close call with that 11pm curfew. i was a little bolder that year too; i think the second i turned sixteen i kinda came into my own. and of course we all know about my junior year. for those that dont, lets just say i learned somethings about the opposite sex that have as of late proven quite useful.....we'll leave it at that. :) and lastly, that senior year. ups and downs and all-arounds, fights with friends and the counseling office,and hugs and tears. i grew up a lot in the span of the end of last year to today. im glad. though im usually afraid of growing up and becoming old and jaded, i realize this was probably the best thing that ever happened to me.
im glad that i started this livejournal when i did. march of freshman year. think about it! i have almost 4 full years of highschool recorded for the world, and me, to view. and there are 4 full years of college living to come! how strange it will be to go back to reread my escapades as a high school senior when im about to graduate from geneseo. ill probably laugh. a lot. and then say 'sarah you silly girl, you did not grow up at all, you've become even sillier in college.' thats probably not far from the truth at all.
as of late, there have been a lot of postings and rants about feeling 'numb' about the events that will take place tomorrow. im not sure what this 'numb' is. i certainly don't have it. dont get me wrong; im a little sad at graduating, but i came to terms with the inevitable departure of friends and my comfort zone a long time ago. i know that i wont be at sutherland next year; im okay with that. im okay with knowing my friends will be god-knows-where. ive had approximately one blow up over this entire thing--in the car on the way to mary's piano recital on sunday. i yelled at everyone to 'shut up' about everything and spent the next 20 minutes crying in the backseat, listening to my ipod. then i went and enjoyed mary's recital. i got over it. that's what i think we all need to do....get over it. this isn't anything new, we've known this day would come for YEARS. the trick is to get through it without falling to pieces. (again, my 22-year-old self will be saying, 'sarah you silly girl, you were totally having a numb moment. DONT DENY IT I KNOW YOU ARE.')
when i look back on four years of high school, i want to remember the good times. the ends of every fifth period freshman year, waving to mitch with val and alyssa from the top of a staircase that no longer exists. the sweet sixteen birthday party, where i showed up with my girl scout vest because id been tricked into thinking it was a meeting and not a surprise party at all. junior year, and discovering that boys are nice to be with, even if they turn out to be toads in the end, not princes. and senior year. SENIOR YEAR. homecoming, and finally winning, and screaming and jumping up and down, cruising home in the junkmobile after a 3 hour dance rehearsal, with the windows down despite the -3° windchill and pxy blasting, four days in boston that will never be recreated except at a dinner table, and everything in between. i want to remember that. i dont want to remember being distraught about leaving. id hate for my beautiful memories to be tarnished by thoughts of crying and carrying on as i empty out my locker for the last time.
congrats, class of 007. it's been fun. you definitely will be missed.