one more day of high school… ever
I never thought I’d be writing this entry. I don’t even understand myself at this point. I have one day left. One! What do you do on your last day of high school? Do you jump up and down for joy when you leave? (this seems like a really good option) Do you say, well… that happened? Or do you realize that there are a lot of people you’re going to miss? (not as many as people you can’t wait to get away from… but still) I’m going to miss english and german as classes. Calculus had its fun points, and our physics study group was incredible, but the only two classes I’m actually going to miss are english and german. My languages… my classes that I can cry in, or just talk, or just… well, write.
So what do you say in your diary the afternoon before your last day of high school? I cant say I wish it hadnt happened, because it became a part of me it did. And I cant say that I didnt have some really great friends and great experiences, because I did. I can say that I hope college will be better. In fact, I dont even have to hope I know Ill love it there.
Am I supposed to give an overview of my life in high school? Hell, am I supposed to give an overview of the minute I walked into kindergarten up until now? What do I say? I dont even know what to think. I dont know whether to reminisce about the past, look forward to the future, jump up and down in joy, look around with a minor sense of loss, or light my ID tag on fire. Im completely I have a sense of non-reality. It hasnt occurred to me that Im entering that school one more time as a student that Im going to see all of my friends one more time before not seeing them everyday that I only have one more day of English, one more folder full of free writing to turn in, one more book talk to give, one more day of Mrs. Wallick, one more day as 48183 my lovely student ID that will be no more.
Ahh, Mrs. Wallick life will be so boring without her. And Ms. Geisler I remember Carrie telling me if she could be in her class every year for the rest of her life, shed be happy. I couldnt possibly agree with her more. AP English was the most amazing class I have ever ever experienced. I cant say that I took that class, or that I was in that class. You experience that class. It has been such and awesome experience not only to have Ms. Geislers guidance, but also to be around the people in my class. They were all very intelligent, very elitist, very respectful of one another, and yet had very different ideas. We meshed well we argued well we debated well we contrasted well we were all willing to ask questions about life we got into philosophy, and we created our own. The loss of that class will be a tragedy. I can only hope that some day down the line at Miami, Ill be able to have such a great experience.
So here I am. On the brink of a new existence. But then again, arent we always? Na ja. This summer Im going to read, travel, and hang out with my friends. Of course theres the usual writing and practicing piano, but the three focal points of my summer are socializing, traveling wherever the heck I have a whim to go, and reading all of those great books I need to read. But there are always more great books to read immer mehr. Book club beautiful. English class, love.
to be continued