Growing up I was told high school would be the best four years of my life and I should appreciate them as they will go by fast. And quickly they did pass. Would I call them “the best four years of my life”? Well, no. I cannot say that because that would mean that the rest of my life, in turn, is a downward slope, each year worse than the last. And thinking that way is no way to live. But what I can say is that senior year was the best year so far.
Senior year of high school is unique, to say the least. You walk through the doors on your first day knowing it is your last year. You shrug it off or you celebrate the fact. As the year drags on, the homework piles up and you don’t have time to enjoy much of anything. Then you realize your college applications are due soon and you have no idea what you want to do with your life or what you want to study or where you want to go to college. So you stress yourself out with a long list of deadlines and due dates. But you’re not alone. Senior year is different that way. Everyone in your class is going through it with you.
Then suddenly it’s January. You start your second and final semester of high school excited by the idea of getting out soon. You think to yourself “it can’t come soon enough”.
Before you can blink it is April. College decisions are due soon and you, ideally, know what you are going to do, or at least have an idea. You confirm enrollment to a college or university and -ahh- you can breathe. You look around at your classmates and realize that you are all in the same boat, all figuring your lives out, united by the stress of it all. The only difference is that you are all sailing in different directions. Some will go to California to pursue a career in acting. Some will you to New York for architecture. Some to another country, broadening their horizons through study abroad programs.
