“A part of us stayed like that: fearful of the world around us, and-no matter how much we despised ourselves for it- unable quite to let each other go.”- Never Let Me Go
I don't know how to begin with this idea. I mean, I know that sounds like a dumb start but the idea of leaving for next year and just in general is just as scary as it is exciting. I mean sure, I am so so so so so so excited to be done with high school and IB and IA's and exams and move on to summer and UGA in the fall (#godawgs). And I tell myself that I am so so ready to be done and get out continuously. But in all honesty, yes as excited as I am, I am so incredibly scared and unsure of what is going to happen next.
I get thoughts like this when I'm at school and I'm having such a funny conversation or scene work assignment in my theater class. Or a really interesting conversation in TOK. Or just sitting in assemblies or big group gatherings. It's just weird to know there will never be moments like that again. Senior year is a time of so many lasts. And yes thats a basic cliche but it's so true. And yes, it is so true that you never really think about the amount of moments and situations you will never be in again until they have passed.
I'm not sure what's going to happen next. Sure, I know what I want to do, but its hard to figure out how I am going to get there. Next year will be the first real time in a lot of our lives that we are doing that without the close guidance of parents, teachers, advisors, etc. But I'm not sure, it's just a part of growing up. But then again, you never want to be known as the kid that peaks in high school.
This has somewhat been a ramble of my thoughts, fitting for being a reflection. But truthfully, I am going to miss my time here so much. I'm going to miss the endless Beller work or having Mr. Oliver roll his eyes at my corner of the room when we begin a conversation he so obviously doesn't approve of. I am going to miss speed reading books for Geneskys class and annoying the librarians every film class. I am going to miss my friends from high school a lot. But they will all be here when I get back. My friends and the memories I have from my time here. What I'm really trying to say is that as easy as it is to say that you're done, its just as hard to move on and continue forward.
I don't know how to begin with this idea. I mean, I know that sounds like a dumb start but the idea of leaving for next year and just in general is just as scary as it is exciting. I mean sure, I am so so so so so so excited to be done with high school and IB and IA's and exams and move on to summer and UGA in the fall (#godawgs). And I tell myself that I am so so ready to be done and get out continuously. But in all honesty, yes as excited as I am, I am so incredibly scared and unsure of what is going to happen next.
I get thoughts like this when I'm at school and I'm having such a funny conversation or scene work assignment in my theater class. Or a really interesting conversation in TOK. Or just sitting in assemblies or big group gatherings. It's just weird to know there will never be moments like that again. Senior year is a time of so many lasts. And yes thats a basic cliche but it's so true. And yes, it is so true that you never really think about the amount of moments and situations you will never be in again until they have passed.
I'm not sure what's going to happen next. Sure, I know what I want to do, but its hard to figure out how I am going to get there. Next year will be the first real time in a lot of our lives that we are doing that without the close guidance of parents, teachers, advisors, etc. But I'm not sure, it's just a part of growing up. But then again, you never want to be known as the kid that peaks in high school.
This has somewhat been a ramble of my thoughts, fitting for being a reflection. But truthfully, I am going to miss my time here so much. I'm going to miss the endless Beller work or having Mr. Oliver roll his eyes at my corner of the room when we begin a conversation he so obviously doesn't approve of. I am going to miss speed reading books for Geneskys class and annoying the librarians every film class. I am going to miss my friends from high school a lot. But they will all be here when I get back. My friends and the memories I have from my time here. What I'm really trying to say is that as easy as it is to say that you're done, its just as hard to move on and continue forward.
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