One day we’ll look back and laugh
You know you’re fully submerged in the Hudson bubble when you realize in your senior year of high school how different your life could have been.
I could have been born in the Medieval times or as an Indian princess. I could have been born a Jew in the Holocaust, a Southern cowgirl, or an impoverished child in the Bronx. Instead, I was fortunate enough to grow up in Hudson, Ohio—a redheaded girl in an incredible environment.
Don’t get me wrong—I was the first one to complain about missing out on the new playground at Evamere and not getting exempt from final exams with OGT scores sophomore year and having a senior year without band director Mark Zartman. And being on “The Explorer” staff for four years definitely made me aware of every issue going on in HHS.
But as I gradually realize what I’m going to be experiencing in August when I go off to Indiana University, I can’t be happier that my high school career was spent in this town.
Living in Hudson has made me both sheltered and given me a lot of perspective. Visiting schools in New York City with New Dimensions, volunteering with my church, and reading “Savage Inequalities”in AP Language and Comp. has made me realize how fortunate we have it.
Why should we complain about switching the school cookies when some schools don’t even have a decent lunch program? Why would we whine about where we’re going to have prom when some kids out there can’t afford a dress? Here at HHS, we have a world-class atmosphere that the Class of 2012 is now leaving. Although I don’t feel that prepared to take on the “real world,” I know that all my teachers, classes and the people I’ve met during my time in Hudson have prepared me more than I’ll ever be able to realize.
Just now I am figuring out that the events that made my blood boil the past few years are going to be the funny stories that we reminisce about in 10, 20, even 30 years from now. Someday we’re going to laugh at how fired up we were about grinding and drug dogs.
I know this sounds completely cliché, but my advice to the underclassmen is to not hate this place too much. We have one of the best opportunities of education here and we really shouldn’t take it for granted. Also a quote from Dr. Seuss (because he really gives the best advice, right?):
“You have brains in your head. You have feet in your shoes. You can steer yourself in any direction you choose. You’re on your own. And you know what you know. You are the guy who’ll decide where to go.”
Now, as I go on and start my life at IU (and then to Boston or NYC to live my life like “Friends”with Allie Loughry), I’ll always have incredible memories about my childhood, and all the opportunities I was blessed with that helped me define who I am.
P.S. When I was an underclassman and was thinking about writing my senior editorial, I promised not to make it this cliché but apparently that’s really hard (sorry about that).