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Thursday, May 22, 2014

High School: A brief memoir

So, I graduated.

I have a diploma, I have a cap, a gown, a tassel, and a memory.


I'm enrolled in college, so I guess this makes me a current college student. Besides the strangeness of this fact, I think I miss high school already.

Why?

Because it's the weirdest time ever.

Because you learn how to handle strenuous academic situations, because you figure out who you are socially, emotionally, physically, and spiritually. You have this time to change and morph into whoever you want to be, but at the same time you are restrained to who everyone else expects you to be too. You have the unique challenge of mixing what you are, want to be, and what everyone else wants you to be.

As a freshman, I was hyper, anxious, hard-working, and socially awkward. As a sophomore, I was pretty much the same, except I was more cocky. Junior year, I think that I came into my own a little bit socially, and finally, as a senior, I was tested with stress, college, relationships, leadership, and everything else that could happen to test a seventeen year old.

High school is a time of firsts. First car, first failure, first kiss. So many major milestones and changes happen that it's hard to not be constantly flustered and amazed at everything happening around and in yourself.

In my opinion, that's the beauty of high school. You have no idea what the hell is happening to you but at the same time you can't help but notice how much you've changed since your first day as a freshman.

My time in high school took me on a crazy ride with my parents, friends old and new, teammates, and teachers. What gets you through high school is the people who love you and the people who hate you as you experience these major parts of life that you can never get back.

And then, four years later, it's all over.

So, I graduated.

xx, Victoria
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