This past weekend I attended my high school's homecoming football game. It was...weird, to say the least. I know I've been graduated for over 3 months now, but I still feel like I was in high school just yesterday. Talking to all my friends who are still in high school about student government and the homecoming committee and all the other clubs and activities going on around the school brings back so many memories; good and bad. I enjoy going back to the games especially because my brother is on the football team and I love watching him and his friends play. It's nice to look around and see so many familiar faces and to see the craziness of the student section; because just last year, I was in their shoes.

I saw old teachers and parents and old friends. When I went to the game, I felt so at home. Though sitting with my parents and with my family to watch the game makes me feel old. Like an adult. I had grown so accustomed to going to the games with my friends and screaming and yelling with the rest of the student section. We watched the kids get presented with their crowns for homecoming court and we watched the band perform. And I realized that things will never be the same. Things will never feel the same. There will always be a different feeling now that I am an alumni.

When I think of a school's alumni, I think of adults and older people who still attend events and donate money and equipment to their 'alma mater'. Nope. That can't be me. I'm only 18, a freshman in college. There's no way that I am Bethel Park alumni. But it happens every year, a new class becomes apart of this strange thing. It's inevitable. When people refer to me as that, I cover my ears and say, "Shhhh, don't say the "A" word!" But I guess it's been hard for me to accept that I'm actually in college and I am moving into adulthood.

Overall, I enjoyed going home. All of the smiles and hugs and 'catch up' conversations make it all worth it. Going from high school to college was a huge leap, but I love it. I'm having a blast. I really thought I would miss high school, but I don't. I miss some teachers and a few friends and the memories that I made while I was there, but I don't miss high school. Although I would do anything to slow time down because my life is flying by. So to the class of 2017, live it up your senior year of high school. It only happens once. Because in a few short months, you're going to start over, start fresh, move on to bigger and better things. And you too, will become Bethel Park alumni.