End of the Road

End of the Road

As my senior year comes to a close I start to realize that maybe I should have taken the time to just enjoy the moments I had as an underclassman. I wish I would have listened to my mom when she would say, “Enjoy the time you have in your youth, because you might not ever get that feeling of enjoyment again”. I wish I would have done so many things differently but you can’t go back in time and change what has happened. The only thing that you can do is keep moving forward. 

 

In the beginning of my high school career, I was super nervous. I really did not know anyone except my friends from middle school. I quickly realized that high school was not what it looked like in the movies. It was super easy to make friends, easy to find my classes, and we had a lot more freedom then what we had in middle school. The amount of new people I met here was a lot more than I would have expected. The most important people are still around me and I want to make them proud. The class that I was really looking forward to was digital arts 1. At first I thought this class was going to be more boring and I really just wanted to get my credit and move on from the class. But it seemed that I really took a liking to the class and the teacher, Mrs. Wallace is like my school mom, she saw some potential in me and she drug it out. Which made me want to continue down this “career path”. If I’m being honest this year was one of the best years. 

 

My sophomore year we actually went to school full time instead of online half of the year. But this year was one of the best years of my life, I met so many new people in person lessening my social anxiety. This was the time when I found my friend group. My best friend Hugo was also in the group. We have known eachother since middle school. But this is when we really created a bond that can never be broken. He’s helped me through the ups and downs and so has many other people. Then one of the best teachers that year was Mr. Browning, that man is a wonderful and amazing teacher. He encouraged me to try my hardest in each class and to push past my limits and comfort zone! 

 

My junior year was fun, I met one teacher that really cared about you personally and would always try and make you laugh, smile, or even talk to you about your problems. That teachers name is Mrs. Busch, this woman is an amazing teacher and person. She has helped me so much in my two years of knowing her. But that year I also met a friend that is dear to me. Her name is Savannah, she’s one of my best friends and she’s helped me through this year and the two years i’ve known her. I mean how many people stay in your life when you go through rought patches. The answer to that is not a lot. My junior year was fun but that had nothing against my senior year.

 

This year, this year was fun, stressful, exciting, and nail biting. I really stepped out of my comfort zone this year. I took harder classes and tried my best. The only reason I was able to do this was because of all the support from my friends and teachers. The fact that i even made it this far was surprising. I didn’t think I could overcome most of these challenges. The one I should really be thanking here is Mrs. Wallace, If it wasn’t for her I wouldn’t be here today. The constant motivation and convincing she had to do to get my head straight was amazing. Truly i’m not ready to be an adult or to graduate highschool, but is anyone really ever “ready”. The next chapter of my life is literally a step away. One thing I can tell everyone is, “Enjoy life while you’re young, there may be some tough times ahead but just know that you can overcome it and grow stronger as a person”. Everyone in journalism, just know that i might have not talked to all of you a lot but I really loved you guys. I wish you all the best in life and hope you become super successful! Cya!

 

                                                       

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