Senioritis is real, and somehow I had it all four years of high school. I was the kid who begged my mom to leave school early or stay home because I hated going to school. I wish I looked past the long school hours and useless friend group drama, because I missed part of an important chapter of my life that shaped me into who I am today.
Growing up, my mom always told me to enjoy the days of high school because time flies. I never really believed her until I submitted my intent to enroll in college, and in the blink of an eye, I was halfway through my senior year. My wakeup call happened my senior year as I noticed the only days I could remember of high school were the good days. It felt like each day of high school actually counted.
Although I cannot redo high school, not that I would want to, I still have memories that I will treasure forever, from amazing friends to astonishing teachers. I will never forget my crazy friends who made each class forever entertaining, the overpriced coffee trips we took on any early release day, or my favorite strange hallway meetups. It’s cool I get to write about how amazing my friends are after making so many memories together. They made each day count.
Of course, my biggest thanks goes to my teachers. From the laughs I shared in Ms. Hands’s class, to the inspiration I found in Mrs. Phelps or Mr. Horn, these teachers truly inspired me to learn and to look forward to school. I am not the best at completing school work or staying motivated,but among these teachers, the work always got done.
In Mr. Horn’s class, I always wanted more time to learn. I read every article he sent out. (Even though he probably wouldn’t believe me if I told him). In Mrs. Phelps’s class, I was never the best at test-taking, but her well-explained concepts only made me enjoy class more. In Ms. Hands’s class, she made me enjoy writing and journalism.
I wish I could give a better thank you, but taking these classes is what remains important to me today. So thank you; I wouldn’t be where I am today without you.
During my senior year, I was fortunate enough to be able to breathe. I mean that in a sense of reminiscing. Even though I dreaded each day of high school, I am still forever thankful for my friends, family, and teachers.
So, to any incoming freshman, join clubs, sports, and take that one hard class you’re scared of. Get involved, this is the part of your life that you want to reminisce, not regret. I will forever remember the impact and memories I have made along the way.
So to sign off, thank you for making the days count, high school.
Hi! My name is Riley and it is my first year writing for 42fifty! I am extremely excited for this experience and I cannot wait to share stories. I am involved in news editing but focusing more on sport videos and articles for the website.
