As I type up my homework, I can’t help but think about the fact that I’m graduating next week. It feels really surreals to me. In a matter of days, I will never be forced to take a class on the campus of my high school again. Although I had my lows (super super lows actually), high school was so much fun.
Senior year was really great.
One of the things I’ll miss most is journalism. Even though I’m not in the class this semester, the people I met in that class in the fall have stuck around with me throughout the entire year. I really regret not taking the class sooner. Really brilliant teacher and really kick ass students. I loved being an editor and spending hours after school editing pictures. It was tough, but it was probably one of the highlights of my senior year.
I remember once in layout, Aarif and Tyler were sitting next to each other, trying to get an article to fit. It was completely silent and all Tyler says is “Did you fart?”…..yeah. Layout nights were great.
Applying for college was so much fun too. Although the stress was almost unbearable and I cried literally every night and would cry in the bathrooms at school because I felt so hopeless in terms of continuing my education, it all turned out okay. I had the support of my friends and my counselor and I some how survived.
Seeing Blink-182 was the best night ever. But I think that is self-explanatory. The post concert nostalgia from that night never seemed to fully evacuate my system.
Oh, and how could I forget the Honors Pre-Calc nights. Where I’d text my best friend and tell her I didn’t know how to do the homework, and she’d tell me she didn’t know how to do it either. And I’d just cry because I was so frustrated and I’d go to school all pissy. Once, her and I both wrote “YOLO” on a quiz and failed it. It was awesome. We’re troopers for even taking that class.
I remember this one night, Jessica, Leandra, Selina, Arthur, Jerome, and I were all hanging out. The boys went outside to go pee and the girls and I ran away from them and sat in Jessica’s room, just talking, while the boys were locked out. Arthur had just gotten his license and he gave me a ride home for the first time. The two most awkward people in our group, together in the same car. I miss random nights like that. Those were so much fun.
I miss, when I was younger, all the time I spent with Brian and Julian. How before any of us drove, we would just meet up everywhere, or my mom would give us rides places. I still have a zebra Julian won for me at the state fair when we were 15 haha.
I remember going to Josh’s house every day after school. He’d pick me up from school and we’d do the most random things. Ever since he moved to the Philippines, things have always felt a little off.
I’ll miss Mrs. Kringel. Fashion class was one of my favorites. She was the most inspiring woman ever. She always reminded me of my potential and told me I was talented, just lazy. She always encouraged me to create art and to pursue my love for it. For awhile, she actually made my dreams seem within reach. I wish she still taught at Roseville. Simply one of the most beautiful ladies that I’ve ever had the chance to get close to.
Mr. Hack was one the best teachers I’ve had too. He inspired me to continue playing guitar and to continue singing. He made me want to get better and performing was the best feeling in the entire universe. It’s because of him, I have my bar chords and pentatonic scales down. He was another very inspiring individual.
Another one of my favorite teachers is my english teacher, Morris. As a kid, he used to piss me off so much because he graded my essays so harshly as was a complete jerk to me whenever I analyzed poems. However, I guess it ended up being good for me because he taught me a lot in terms of that. Now that I’m in his AP Lit class, I see him more as a homie than a teacher and it’s awesome.
I don’t know. I think I could go on forever with the memories. I absolutely hated almost every day of high school, but now almost done, I guess I’m just kind of sad that it is all gonna be over forever.