Senior year is half over, so far it has been the best and the worst year of my life. Being a senior has changed nearly every opinion of myself, others and daily life.
On the downside, I’m stressed, tired, exhausted, and broke. It seems that every new thing piled on my plate is another blow to the gut. Right now I’m struggling with preparing for college, financial aid, keeping my grades up, work and various other activities. I feel like I’m drowning, and I’ll never be able to pull myself out. However, I know I’m not alone because my classmates are also struggling.
Neutrally, I only have about two or three good friends. I’ve only seen these three outside of school in the past month. I don’t feel like this is a good or a bad thing. It is good to be socially active, but too many friends can lead to drama I don’t have the time or the patience for. It is best to stick with trustworthy friends who have the same goals and values as I do.
On a more positive note, I’d say senior year has brought out the toughness in me. I keep rolling with the punches, even when I feel it hitting me deep and emotionally. I’ve also learned a lot about my classes.
In the past, there has been a clear hierarchy. But now all I see are a bunch of stressed out young adults fighting their own battles and trying to get a grip on their own futures. In a comical way, We’re all running around like Chickens with our heads cut off.
I wish I could tell everyone in the class of 2017 that I believe in them.
These are the people that I’ve grown up with. I’ve seen the pigtails, light-up Sketchers and playground cliques. I’ve seen the braces, acne and tragic first romances. I don’t think there’s a single person I remember back then who is the same now.
If I am to take anything away from what I learned this year, it won’t be something I crammed to memorize for a test. It will be that I love people and especially my class of 2017.