Today my great friend mentioned that today is the last day of summer EVER. I was caught off guard by this because I had not thought about it. I even became a bit emotional the more I thought of it. I love school, and I am going to miss “the children we’ll never meet, and the ones we left behind”. Tomorrow I begin my final year of high school. This chapter will end, but a new will commence.
I remember being so afraid of high school as a Freshman. I thought of dropping out several times, but a few people dropped in my life and put fences around the path I was destined to be on. I am very grateful to those people.
Then came the stories of how difficult high school was going to be. Those kids obviously were not focusing on their homework, they were focusing on exploring sex with their friends. There were also the many personal obstacles, like having to move and living with unstable guardians.
I am eternally grateful to all the teachers who have taken the time to educate me about life, and various other lesser subjects. I am especially grateful to Mr. Wilson, my music teacher in kindergarten. I remember marching to a song about ants, and being blindfolded while he tapped a few notes on a xylophone then having to identify those notes. He set me up to live a life of appreciation towards music.
I remember going into sixth grade and having no idea why there lockers, and “what?! No recess?!”. I remember all those kids who took their lives. All you who make jokes about gays carry my friends blood on your hands. Shame on you.
Now I am here wondering what lies ahead. Time will tell. Here’s to the adventures that lie ahead. Onward.