Now, I know what you're thinking. Based on the headline, you're probably expecting this to be some sappy piece about me urging you to cherish and savor every last moment in your high school, to spend every last minute with your high school friends, and to even have a tiny pinch of sadness of taking your last Pre-Calculus test before you leave for college.

However, I am here to tell you quite the opposite.

In September of 2016, I had high hopes for my senior year. I had absolutely despised junior year, and was determined to do everything in my power to make senior year nothing like the previous year. At the time, I was writing for my local newspaper as a panelist. My first article was titled: "A Senior's Advice: Savor Every Moment," and what's ironic about this article is the fact that I had not even started school yet, I just wrote down what I thought the year would be like. I thought I would experience the same feelings as everyone else.

You see the tweets, and Instagram captions, etc., that basically reiterate the same thing over and over, which also happened to appear in my article: "As high school seniors, this is our last year to do anything and everything our schools have to offer. So let’s enjoy our last spirit days, pep rallies, dances, mini-thons, retreats, service opportunities, etc.

Remember that this year is our last chance to sit at the lunch table, laughing and talking, surrounded by all of our friends. Cherish those moments. Too often we forget that nothing will ever be exactly how it is at this very moment again. That’s why it’s so important for us to truly appreciate our life as it is now."

Looking back on this statement, I understand where I was coming from. Over a year later, though, I feel quite the contrary, and also did not take my own advice in senior year. Of course, we all have this image in our minds of things turning out perfect, or how they "should be," but that's not reality. By the second semester of my senior year, or maybe even before that, I was more than ready to leave my high school.

This isn't a bad thing, this isn't a crime, it's perfectly normal.

I still felt out of place due to the fact that a multitude of girls from my high school (I went to an all-girls school) did not want to leave. In fact, I've still seen some of them long to go back and miss it so much. When I read things like this, I can't help but wonder "why?" and "what did I miss?"

Now, granted, I was not the most involved student in my high school, but this is for a number of reasons. Such as my struggle with depression during most of my high school years, and the fact that my school had the tendency to pick the same people over and over for every leadership position, club member, etc. And to my knowledge, it always seems to be the girls who were included in this minuscule group to miss high school the most.

Then, suddenly, it all makes sense.

The only people who miss high school are the ones that peaked there, and then I almost feel sorry for them, but then I laugh and get over it.

I guess my main point is, you're allowed to miss high school, but you're also more than allowed to absolutely despise it and want to leave more than anything. Don't let other people make you feel self-conscious about your own feelings and experiences.

And I'm not going to lie here — I cried at my high school graduation, but I wasn't crying because I was leaving. I was crying because I was so happy I had reached that point in my life, it almost seemed surreal. I'm sure on the outside it appeared I was crying because I didn't want to leave the "sisters" in my class, but that couldn't have been farther from the truth. But hey, I'll let them believe what they want.

Of course, I didn't want to leave my friends. No one wants to leave their friends. But, once you leave those hallways you occupied every day and don't have classes with them anymore, you realize who your true friends are, and which ones you want to keep in your life pretty quickly.

Even the first few weeks after my graduation proved to me who was a true friend to me, and who was not. It amazed me how quickly everything panned out, and it surprised even more how OK I was with it all. When people proclaim how "nothing will be the same in a matter of months," they always seem to say it in such a saddened tone, but sometimes change is the best thing for everyone, even if it may not seem that way at the time.

Change is good, and it's necessary to live.

At times, I'll find myself missing certain moments of high school, finding myself missing certain friends and certain memories. That's also a normal thing to do. But don't cling to high school. Just as high school isn't for everyone, college can also not be a good fit for everyone, but it certainly offers more opportunities, diversity, and acceptance than high school ever did.

Another piece I mention in my article from September of 2016 is how I was more curious how my life would be in a few short months. I had doubts about college, and I was honestly scared. I had no clue what was going to happen with me or any of my friends.

But here I am, over a year later, and I'm doing better than I ever have been. I got into college, I got a scholarship, I chose the right school, I made some new friends, kept some old ones, and am working toward a better me. I'm happy.

So, any second-semester high school seniors who may be reading this, it's OK to be mad.

It's OK to be upset.

It's OK to just want to get the hell out.

Only a few more months, and you're outta there forever. You're almost there, you can do this. Good luck in college.