Maybe what I'm about to write will have no meaning, so if it doesn't... then shit.
It is almost difficult to believe that high school has come to an end. It has been a long twelve years, and I am still stuck in this mindset that I have homework to finish.
It seems as though elementary school took forever, and senior year seemed to finish in two weeks.
We have been told that these were suppose to be the best years of our lives- but constantly we hear from our parents that they would never repeat high school again. So what is it to us?
It seems as though our high school experience can only be defined by memories, not the school work. Do we really learn how to solve a math problem, or become a person? And what are the moments that define it? Is it the time that Benji Bryant made the winning shot at a state playoff game right at the buzzer? Or when you and 23 others saw the third Pirates of the Caribbean at Midnight, and went to school the next day and couldn't believe how thankful you were that ASB decided to hand out cookies that morning. Is it when Stacey Luke won state... again? Or when you made it to nationals for DECA, or... you didn't. Or when Chris Lewis made his first varsity game touchdown? It could have been the time when boys football came so close to beating Bothell, and even though we lost it was one of the best football games of the past three years, despite the pouring down rain. Or driving down the freeway with your best friend singing as loud as possible and not caring if your voice cracked or you were singing the wrong words. Or when you and a few others stood outside and sang Be a Man all the way through. Or for some, the random decision to start singing Bohemian Rhapsody in the cafeteria. It could have been even the stupid moments, when a teacher called on you and you were clueless on how to answer it, or when you are walking down the hall and a door comes out to hit you in the middle of a conversation with someone you are just getting to know. When you were hypnotized in the assembly and spent the entire time being hugged by B-Wash or just sleeping on the floor. And even the terrible times... Spent crying on your best friends shoulder, or being the shoulder for your friend to cry on. Experiencing your first break-up, or even your fifteenth. Burning bridges with friends, feeling lost, confused, hurt, but hopeful for tomorrow. Staying up until 4 AM to finish that IA, or going to bed at ten not giving a shit.
I mean, we have all had the moments these past three years at Inglemoor. The crushes, the heartbreak, the miracles, the laugh attacks, the fighting, the flirting, the competition. We all spent high school working for something: whether it was for ourselves, our resume, our college applications, work, the environment, family, or a friend in need.
Can we really, truly look back at high school and say, "I would never do it again." Well, probably, but we can all say that we have experienced something from it.
And I really hope that no matter how you spent your time- if it was only with your boyfriend, girlfriend, your homework, sitting and playing video games, or even doing nothing at all... That it is exactly how you wanted to spend it.
It's weird to think that most of us will never see each other again. And I'm not sure what else to say but to have a kick ass future and make the most of everything.
