I'm ready to write my future
After four years, 28 classes and countless hours of homework, I’m finally preparing to walk across the stage at graduation. Wow. All through freshman year I was depressed that I still had four years to go. As a sophomore, I wanted nothing more than to be in college. Junior year couldn’t pass fast enough, because each day I was closer to being a senior, meaning I was closer to graduation. Now that I’m actually graduating, I would be lying if I said I wasn’t at least a little nervous, and not just about falling while accepting my diploma.
Don’t get me wrong; I’m fully ready to graduate. Four years of crowded hallways, endless studying, uncomfortable desks and rude teen-agers is more than enough for me. Everything is just happening so quickly. It seems like yesterday I was lost in the A-wing as a freshman, and now I’m showing off my prom dress, buying shoes for graduation and searching for a roommate, all in the same month.
Now that I’m reflecting over the past few years, I wish I would’ve slowed down and enjoyed high school a bit more. Nobody has a perfect high school experience, and I just accepted the fact that mine wouldn’t be perfect, either. Senior year I realized that this mindset wasn’t getting me anywhere, so I decided that since there was no escaping high school, I might as well make it as memorable and fun as possible. For me, this meant taking some risks, both in school and out of school. Honestly, this way of thinking has made a world of difference, and many of my best memories of school will be from senior year.
Even though I’m eager to go off to college, I can’t help looking at the things I’m leaving behind in a new light. A prime example would be Hudson High School itself. I admit, I was the typical student complaining about the administration’s semi-strict policies and obsession with academic prestige. However, I can’t help but wonder how different my life and future would be if I hadn’t had the opportunities and education available in Hudson. If I still lived in Michigan, where the two local high schools are nicknamed “the pregnancy school” and “the drug school,” would I still be headed off to Syracuse University in the fall? If I didn’t come across “The Explorer” newspaper, would I still be planning to major in journalism?
I’m starting to appreciate things I took for granted in the past, from the senior lounge to almost every teacher’s desire to see you succeed. I can also guarantee that I’m going to miss some of the aspects of high school that I didn’t like as much. I may be excited to part ways with people I didn’t get along with and subjects I wasn’t interested in, but at the same time, it’s weird knowing I will never see those people or learn about those subjects ever again. In this respect, graduation seems so final.
The other day, a close friend and I figured out that in a matter of months we would be living 10 hours apart. Syracuse University is in New York, which is so far from where most of my friends are going to college. That is truly frightening. I’m determined to maintain many of these high school friendships as long as possible, because I’ve realized how lucky I am to have the friends I do. Life is a lot more bearable when you have people you can share everything with, from embarrassing stories and corny jokes to well-kept secrets and things you wouldn’t dare tell anyone else. No matter what stupid decisions I make my true friends have never stopped advising and supporting me. I can’t thank them enough for that.
I also want to thank Mrs. Stiffler and the staff of “The Explorer.” I started writing for the newspaper as a freshman, and remember panicking at how much the first article I ever wrote needed to be edited. Now, I can proudly say that I’m the Features editor of the best school newspaper I have ever seen. Mrs. Stiffler puts an extraordinary amount of effort into making every issue the best it can be, and everyone, including me, respects her immensely for it and for the opportunity she has given us all. The hard-working staff also deserves some recognition. Staying at the school until 2 a.m. to finish the paper in time shows an impressive amount of commitment. My time at “The Explorer” has been one of the highlights of my high school journey and solidified my desire to become a journalist.
Of course, I’ve made some mistakes over the last four years. Well, actually, I’ve made many mistakes. In the end, though, I don’t think I’d change a single thing about my high school experience. I’ve made some amazing life-long friends, got into my dream college and found something I’m truly passionate about. Basically, high school gave me everything it could offer, and I took advantage of it.