High School

I never thought this day would come. Where I get to say goodbye to the last four years, and say hello to the terrifying future ahead of me. I will admit, I am scared of the future, but I am glad to be able to say goodbye to the last four years. It has been real, but I definitely would not want to go back and relive any piece. High school has faced me with many challenges, mainly Membean, but don’t worry Mrs. Chick, I won’t hold it against you for making me do it. Now let’s take a look back at the past four years.

My freshman year was rough, to simply put it, anyway. I cared more about being friends with the cool people and left my real friends behind. I was warned about the particular boy I was getting involved with but at that point in time, but I did not want to listen. He crowded my mind with lies; abuse is no joke, and if you ever feel trapped, just know it gets better. Now, enough with the boy drama, freshman year was fun too. From not knowing cheating was okay during winter carnival, to, for one grade in particular, to a small fire in a young man’s pants. My first year in high school definitely made me realize that it was going to be nothing like middle school.

Sophomore year was the year of… Membean. None of us quite knew what we were getting ourselves into. But we all knew from the beginning of that lengthy pretest, that Membean would be the death of our freetime. Sophomore year was also the year we were burdened with that dumb speech, not realizing in the moment that it would be nothing compared to the last semester of senior year. Whoever told me that senior year was the easiest of high school years can go step on a nail, because you are a liar. Sophomore year was also the year of the protest, which if you were not here for it was really nothing but a BBQ outside. Intentionally had good purpose but people took it way out of hand, it really ended up being nothing but a bad idea, looking back at it now. And we were gifted Mrs. Chick the next year so all is well.

Junior year was… a year to say the least. We were flooded with new teachers, Mrs. Chick for a good example, and well, for the bad… we just won’t mention names, just know, that teacher no longer works here which is a good thing for the math department, in my opinion. Junior year was also the year that we should have won winter carnival, but oh well. Who knew that the junior class could rise above and be the bigger person, oh wait, we already knew that was going to happen. Procrastination struck again, for the third year in a row, even though I told myself, for the third year in a row not to procrastinate. I mean I do not condone procrastination, especially with Membean, but I mean, I’m still here.

Senior year has definitely been one for the books. Mr. Dalbec came to our school, and is a great person to everyone that comes into his room. He buys snacks for anyone, lets students bombard his office, and students can just go to him when they need someone. We also FINALLY won winter carnival, well deserved by the way. First semester of the year was fine, if only I could say the same about second, but I am not here to talk down about English right now, especially because that is the class we are all currently in.

This year is really coming to an end guys, and if there is any advise I could give anyone about high school it would be; Do not care about what others think of you, do not worry about the stupid boy who claims to care while cheating on you with numerous girls. Know who your real friends are, and do your membean! It is no joke guys, membean sucks, and take it from me… an avid procrastinator, do your membean when its assigned or you will be staying up past your bedtime cramming in those minutes during your last few weeks of school. Make the most of your high school career because I do not want you to be like me, wishing I worried less, and laughed more. Be grateful for the memories you’ve made because  before you know it, it will all be over.

Photo by: Magnolia St. Germain