I’ve been trying to think of what to write for this ridiculous column for ages. The senior column is supposed to be a person’s sentimental reflection on their high school years, filled with fond memories and things they’ll miss about this institution that is high school.
But the truth is, I’m completely clueless–just like the movie from the 90’s–without the nice jeep, belly shirts, and unexpected romance. I’ve no clue what I’m doing here or what I’ve been doing wasting my time around here for the past three years.
I know what I’m doing in the future. I’m going to the U of A, where I’ll double major in Pre-law and political science. Then I’ll get my law degree and polisci doctorate at some presumably snooty elitist graduate school. Then I’ll go on to be a lawyer at a prestigious firm very far away from here, and hopefully work my way into judicial politics to become a judge.
At least that’s the plan anyway. But when does everything go according to plan? Not often. Plans fall through, friends go behind your back like a double-dealing agent, and people walk into your lives only to break your heart like it’s nothing. It sucks, and there’s nothing we can do to protect ourselves, save for shut ourselves off.
But why would anyone want that? High school is about having fun, and living life to the fullest. Carpe diem till the break of dawn, and all that jazz.
I’ve made so many mistakes this year, and I regret about 98% of my decisions. I know that I shouldn’t, because at the time, each decision I made was exactly what I wanted.
I’ve heard all the rumors–even put some of them to rest. I’m a hot mess, a wild child, a bad influence, and a good time. I seize each day and each night for all it’s worth. I don’t just carpe diem, I carpe noctem too.
It’s been a helluva year, and I’ve finally realized something writing this. I’m actually glad that I didn’t switch to Springdale High for this year. I almost did–in fact, I came close November of junior year.
Sure, Springdale has more spirit than us, but my senior year would’ve been completely different if I’d gone there. I’d have different friends and wouldn’t have the same relationships with the people I currently have such close friendships with.
The truth is, I wouldn’t trade my years at Har-Ber high school for anything. While the memories aren’t all fond, there would be good and bad at any school I attended. And I’d maintain my wild child legacy no matter where I go, too.
And so, Har-Ber high school, I leave you with my legacy. It’s not much, but I hope you’ll all seize each day–and night– for all it’s worth. Carpe diem till the break of dawn & xoxo
