Seniors, We Had 4 Years, But Now We Have 4 Months

Seniors, We Had 4 Years, But Now We Have 4 Months

We will soon experience the "last time" for everything in high school.

Walking through the big, bad, high school doors on the first day of freshman year is a pivotal point in anyone’s life, whether they realize it or not.

Some people may have lost touch with those people that were walking beside them, but luckily for me, I will be walking on the day of graduation alongside the same friends I walked into high school with.

In the beginning, it was a hassle to navigate the same hallways that 2,500 other students were struggling to navigate as well. The daily traffic jams in the halls prove this point literally, but I mean this in a metaphorical sense also.

In such a large school, everyone is struggling to find their classes as much as they are trying to find themselves. Slowly but surely, as the days pass, everyone finds their path in the hall or, rather, their place in the school.

On the first day of freshman year, four years seems like forever. In the second semester of senior year, four years felt like a second. Pretty soon, all the rumors, school dances and big sports' games will come to an end.

As seniors, we are experiencing a “last time” for everything, even if we do not realize it at the moment. It is difficult to even wrap my head around the idea that all the people I have been with since pre-school will be venturing into different paths of their lives.

It comes to a point where we are no longer navigating our path in the hall or figuring out our place in the school, but we have to navigate the real world.

Before we knew it, we stopped taking the bus and started driving ourselves. My 11:00 p.m. curfew transformed into a 1:00 a.m. curfew.

Every semester the amount of studying seemed to decline. The stickers on our laptops started piling on top of each other. Our “favorite songs” seemed to change week by week (with a few exceptions.)

Without us noticing, these things happened gradually.

In high school, hardly anything stays constant for too long. Although at times, it may have seemed like we would be stuck in high school forever, we were blind to see the time flying by in front of our eyes.

We were too busy complaining half the time to even realize we matured and grew every day.

As the spring approaches, I realize we still have the prom, spring break, senior class trip and graduation coming up. These events will fly by too and soon be just an image in our memory.

In order to cherish these last few months, I will spend less time worrying about what prom dress everyone is wearing, what college everyone is going to and who is going to prom together.

I would much rather disregard the mainstream topics of high school conversation and focus on the small yet important details about my best friends whom I will not enjoy the luxury of seeing on a daily basis next year.

My high school career can be defined simply by packing 10 girls in a car daily, McDonald's McNuggets, stealing street signs and hammocking in the valley.

I may have taken these simple pleasures for granted in the past, but I now realize all these seemingly small components of my life may soon disappear.

The “last time” for everything could happen without my knowledge, so I want to ensure I do not miss a second. High school gives everyone a free pass to still act like a kid, but by the end of your senior year, the pass expires.

Little did we know there was an intangible contract hanging over our heads the whole time. The end of high school marks the end of our childhood, whether we are ready to accept it or not.

Cover Image Credit: Lexi Caruso

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The Truth About Young Marriage

Different doesn't mean wrong.

When I was a kid, I had an exact picture in my mind of what my life was going to look like. I was definitely not the kind of girl who would get married young, before the age of 25, at least.

And let me tell you, I was just as judgmental as that sentence sounds.

I could not wrap my head around people making life-long commitments before they even had an established life. It’s not my fault that I thought this way, because the majority opinion about young marriage in today’s society is not a supportive one. Over the years, it has become the norm to put off marriage until you have an education and an established career. Basically, this means you put off marriage until you learn how to be an adult, instead of using marriage as a foundation to launch into adulthood.

When young couples get married, people will assume that you are having a baby, and they will say that you’re throwing your life away — it’s inevitable.

It’s safe to say that my perspective changed once I signed my marriage certificate at the age of 18. Although marriage is not always easy and getting married at such a young age definitely sets you up for some extra challenges, there is something to be said about entering into marriage and adulthood at the same time.

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Getting married young does not mean giving up your dreams. It means having someone dream your dreams with you. When you get lost along the way, and your dreams and goals seem out of reach, it’s having someone there to point you in the right direction and show you the way back. Despite what people are going to tell you, it definitely doesn’t mean that you are going to miss out on all the experiences life has to offer. It simply means that you get to share all of these great adventures with the person you love most in the world.

And trust me, there is nothing better than that. It doesn’t mean that you are already grown up, it means that you have someone to grow with.

You have someone to stick with you through anything from college classes and changing bodies to negative bank account balances.

You have someone to sit on your used furniture with and talk about what you want to do and who you want to be someday.

Then, when someday comes, you get to look back on all of that and realize what a blessing it is to watch someone grow. Even after just one year of marriage, I look back and I am incredibly proud of my husband. I’m proud of the person he has become, and I’m proud of what we have accomplished together. I can’t wait to see what the rest of our lives have in store for us.

“You can drive at 16, go to war at 18, drink at 21, and retire at 65. So who can say what age you have to be to find your one true love?" — One Tree Hill
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My First Year Of College Wasn’t Great And That’s Okay

I didn’t adjust as well as I thought I would, but I made it.


Everyone always raves about how much they loved their freshman year of college. The independence, the parties, meeting all these new people from different places. It's a big milestone in your life. But not everyone has an amazing first year. And I'm one of those people.

Don't get me wrong. I was so excited about college. Finally getting to be on my own, experiencing all these new things. I even met people in my class before we moved in. And the first month was a blast...but then it wasn't anymore.

Eventually, I slid into this “funk", you could say. I was depressed. I never wanted to leave my bed. Some nights, I didn't even wanna eat dinner. And soon, my friends noticed but soon just stopped inviting me out.

At first, they still would, even though the answer was always no. But I guess they got bored and tired of me always saying no.

Soon, I didn't feel like I even had any friends and at one point, I even found myself debating going home to avoid being alone in my room all weekend. I would force myself to make plans, but found myself not wanting to go out because I got ignored every time I did. It wasn't worth it.

I was homesick, isolated, and just wanted to fit in.

When the year finally came to an end, I couldn't be happier. But now that it is over and I'm home, I realize how much I miss the people that were there for me. The people that came into my life unexpectedly, but it was hard for me to really recognize they care about me.

I absolutely hated my freshman year of college. Yeah, it started out good and I found my sorority, but I never felt like I was wanted anywhere. I felt so alone. I became so incredibly isolated and distant and it took a drastic toll on me as a person.

But in spite of all that, I realize that maybe that's how it was supposed to happen. Because I'm a firm believer that everything happens for a reason and it will all play out.

This being said, my first year might not have been what I thought or hoped for. But I can truly say I am excited to see what my next year holds.

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