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 can’t say I wish it hadn’t happened, because it became a part of me – it did. And I can’t say that I didn’t have some really great friends and great experiences, because I did. I can say that I hope college will be better. In fact, I don’t even have to hope – I know I’ll 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 don’t even know what to think. I don’t 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. I’m completely… I have a sense of non-reality. It hasn’t occurred to me that I’m entering that school one more time as a student… that I’m 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, she’d be happy. I couldn’t possibly agree with her more. AP English was the most amazing class I have ever ever experienced. I can’t 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. Geisler’s 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, I’ll be able to have such a great experience.

So here I am. On the brink of a new existence. But then again, aren’t we always? Na ja. This summer I’m going to read, travel, and hang out with my friends. Of course there’s 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

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