Getting into college is a beautiful thing, friends. It is all of your work being brought to fruition, the culmination of your high school career on a single sheet. And the feeling is unlike any other. Your future is right in front of you in Times New Roman font.
I remember the feeling of opening my acceptance letter to Texas. At this point, I already knew I had been accepted because I had received an email congratulating me, yet opening that letter, holding in my hands the letter that was my portal to my future was a storm of emotions that is hard to articulate even for someone who loves words as much as I do. I can only describe the experience as shattering- suddenly, the reality of all you have done and all you will do, where you will go, who you will be, crashes down on you. But the joy that comes in knowing the future is just around the corner is incomparable. But getting into college is also a bit of a hindrance, candidly.
After dangling my future in front of me, I still day in and day out crawl through the halls of my high school completely exhausted, completely spent on pouring my heart and soul into my future. I am tired- not physically, but mentally. And I have grown to resent the hoops I must jump through to prove that I am worthy of my diploma. I have already taken the standardized tests, passed the classes, worked my ass off for what? To get into college.
Throughout my high school career, I have been motivated by the future. But the future is here, friends. I have options and, for that, I can thank the warriors for the student body that are the Central Magnet faculty. Truly, I harbor no resentment against them. They are my greatest advocates, my mentors, my inspiration as cliche as that may be. I am grateful for all they have done to enable me to have scholarships and acceptance letters rolling in. But I find it hard to see the point in carrying on at this grueling pace. They call this senioritis. And let me tell you, I have the bug.Often this phenomenon is dismissed as a joke or an excuse, but, in all honesty, how can you not expect us to crash? I have worked tirelessly for myself and my success, but instead of celebrating my victory, I daily face the reality that there is more for me to do. More people to prove that I am worthy of a diploma on the stage, worthy of throwing my cap in the air, worthy of claiming the future I have worked tirelessly to earn. I speak for all seniors when I say, have we not done enough?