Alright 2009ers. I have a question for you. Are you ready?
Everyone is guilty of listening to the bittersweet “graduation” song. Everyone who listened to it has either a) cried or II) teared up or 3) thought about crying then realized you’re not even graduating yet so you’ll wait until then.
“As we go on, we remember
All the times we had together
And as our lives change, from whatever
We will still be friends forever”
This tune creeps inside your radio during the last month of exams and high school lunches. It appears suddenly in picture slideshows of your senior year. People are walking down the halls humming it. It’s sneaky and you cannot escape it. You are doomed to balling your eyes out before the end of the school year, there’s no doubt about it.
I’ve always been the nostalgic type, so thinking about the future when I’m looking back on my high school years is something I do quite often. Just the fact that I’ll have to “remember” all these people and teachers is mind-blowing to me. The song is right…we’re all going separate ways. Each of our lives are starting on a completely different course. Some of us will be lawyers, some of us will be doctors. Some of us will have 8 cats, and some of us will win “Who Wants to Be a Millionaire.” Some of us will forget about our facebooks, and some of us will continually be internet geeks…for eternity.
In elementary school I though middle schoolers were at the top. When I got to middle school I only wanted to be in high school. I soon found myself a silly little freshman in high school, and all I was concentrated on was being a glorious senior.
Here I am now, and that was what…12 years? Really? But…but…I was just warming up to my school principle! I haven’t even thought about my senior prank! I never even went to a basketball game! What happened the last 12 years of my life?
But any even bigger question haunting me….what will happen the next 12 years of my life?
I don’t know, but I’ll miss you. You being high school. You being that girl in my biology class who gets a perfect score on every exam without studying. You being my best friend. You being my english teacher who never gave me an A on any essay. You being the cafeteria lady who says “Hey baby doll!” to everyone. You being the security guard who smiles politely and waves goodbye as you swiftly escape class. You being the last 12 years of my life. Goodbye, you.
Hello college. Hello occupation. Hello life.
“Parting is such sweet sorrow, that I shall say good night till it be morrow.”
- William Shakespeare