It’s that time a year where people start going back to school, or off to a new school for those college freshmen out there. I still have another week before I start school, but several of my friends are starting to move back in already this weekend.
It’s hard to say goodbye again each year. One of the best parts of this summer has been reconnecting with old friends that I’ve not really gotten to see over the past year. Next year is going to be especially weird because now I also have friends who are studying abroad this semester. Some of my high school friends and I went to the lake this week as a last hurrah before we all go off to school again, and specifically before one of my best friends, who also goes to college with me, goes off to France for the fall. It’s crazy to think that it’s the longest I won’t see her since the 6th grade; as we all joke, “Who’s room will we have last minute study parties in?!?” (That may or may not have been a thing before every physics test we took last semester…)
At the same time, it’s been so odd to see my friends who are rising freshman starting to go off to college. I went to see the final performance of the 2 day Drama Bootcamp that MVPS hosted and I got the chance to see a lot of my younger friends, including a few who are recent grads themselves. Seeing the kids I remember as middle schoolers who we would pull into high school shows occasionally now as juniors and leaders in the theater troupe is kind of insane. Not to mention, see the recent grads was kind of a reminder that I’m now a sophomore. A whole year of college has gone by already, and now there are all sorts of new challenges ahead with year two. Starting off with living in an apartment instead of a dorm…
It was kind of a wake-up call these past few days of realizing that I have to be ready to move in next week and yet I’m nowhere near ready. Besides my mess of a room, I still have to try and change my schedule and get together with my roommates to figure out stuff for our apartment. It’s time to head off again and I’m curious for all the new challenges of another year in college.
Every year, no matter how old we get, presents new challenges and it’s good to remember to take time to consider how you will prepare for them. My first big challenge is move in and thus I’m off to clean my room and pack now.
Well sometimes you study your butt off and still feel like you didn’t do as well as you wanted/needed to… Today I had my first two finals and they were okay but I wasn’t amazingly confident walking out. Both tests had some weirdly worded questions that I’m not so sure about, but now it’s done and over and I have one day more of my first year before I move back home for summer and with that, I have one last final. Hopefully, I can do well enough to pull out an A in this class… (Still not used to having to super care about finals but that’s a totally different rant about grades and GPAs and test taking.)
This school year has flown by. Especially this past semester since I’ve been traveling so much. Hard to believe in the past four months I was in San Fransisco, Italy, NYC, and DC on top of dealing with classes and shows and practices amongst other things.
It’s been a crazy year, and even though I’m getting out of school about three weeks earlier than I have in a very long time if ever, I’m very ready for summer and all of its crazy happenings.
Just one day more…
As my grandparents mentioned to me yesterday, “These will be your last few days of just being able to relax for the next 8-9 years.” This feels even more true as I get ready to finally head home tomorrow morning for the first time in 6 weeks.
Starting tomorrow, my life will start to get crazy again with constant activities and work, but to my own surprise, I actually feel ready for it. I’ve never been one to really get homesick, but as a great author wrote in his book, The Light Fantastic,
“The important thing about having lots of things to remember is that you’ve got to go somewhere afterward where you can remember them, you see? You’ve got to stop. You haven’t really been anywhere until you’ve got back home.” -Terry Pratchett
I finished reading this book a few days ago and when I read this line I knew it was time for me to go back home. Time to see old friends again before we part ways once more. Time to pack and get ready for new adventures.
Monday morning I head to school for orientation and then I’m gone again to Scotland with 9 of my fellow Stamps Scholars to kick off the school year. Then I’m only back home for a day before moving in, so I really won’t be home for long at all. So I guess I’ll just have to especially cherish these next couple of days. #EndOfNormal
For the past four years, and even longer than that really, the year 2017 has been talked about as this mystical year in the future. This great year that we’ve worked so hard to get to. The year I turn 18. The year I graduate high school. The year I go to college. The year so much changes.
It’s always seemed so far away; a distant future. The end of the line and the beginning of a new era.
Now it’s only hours away.
2017, the year of my future is so close I can’t believe it. I can’t believe that I turn 18 in a mere two days and I graduate in a few months and I go to college in less than a year. So much is about to happen in my life, so much that has been talked about for all of the years of my existence.
Everything has always been “leading to 2017”- well now it’s here and not slowing down.
First semester has gone by so fast. Life has been crazy to say the least. Between home, school, work, and friends there has been a lot going on. (So much that I’ve not been able to blog nearly as much as I’ve wanted due to so many late nights…)
I’m told that second semester goes by even faster for seniors. After accounting for breaks, trips and events, and senior work days, there are hardly any school days left for seniors. Graduation is just around the corner and sometimes I feel incredibly ready, and other times I feel incredibly not.
But 2017 will come all the same. It is here. It is now. It is time.
Time for 2016 to be over and time for things to start changing. The new year is here; class of 2017, good luck, because our future has arrived.
Senior year has a lot of exciting moments, but there are also a serious of emotionally sad moments because in order for us to embark on a sea of new adventures, we have to sail away from our home land. We have to say good bye.
Senior year is full of “Aww this is our last ______!” So far we’ve had our last first day, last time reading the same syllabus we’ve grown up with, last first chapel, and just today was our last Convocation.
Convocation is a time when the entire school comes together to listen to a few speeches focused on getting us into a collective mindset to help us tackle the year ahead of us. To be honest, while it’s a great ideology and concept to bring everyone together, from a student’s perspective one of the take aways I hear people say every year is, “Ow my back hurts so much from sitting on the gym floor for so long!” It’s kind of sad that this is the biggest take away, but without a doubt it happens every year. Though, at least during the event everyone sings during the praise band portion and cheers when their grade is called (especially the senior class). We’re also always very supportive of our student speakers, because every one knows that an audience of your peers is the hardest to perform in front of.
What I’ve realized though is that not all last moments during senior year are particularly sad ones. For example, no one was too emotional much about our last convocation. And yet, it’s still weird to process that these are some of our last times at some of these events or having some of these experiences. We have one last year, one last time to imprint a little of ourselves into the community around us. I wonder our legacy will be. When people think back to the class of 2017 what’ll they remember? What do we want them to remember?
For one thing our class is highly collaborative. Currently we even have a group chat with just about everyone in the grade on it. Plus in the past we’ve been known for making intense and well organized study guides with a bunch of people collaborating on them. The way our class bonds together always makes me happy and I definitely think it makes our grade better off when working together so often. But I wonder if that’s how we’ll be remembered. I hope we’re remembered. A legacy is important to me, though I haven’t thought deeply enough on the topic to understand why quite yet. I guess it’s because in order to be remembered you had to have made an impact.
(Side note: This post’s title and theme was highly inspired by Hamilton the Musical. I just can’t help but think of the Hamilton song “One Last Time” when thinking about senior year because it’s all about George Washington deciding to step down from being president and telling Hamilton that he needs to teach the people how to say goodbye.)