Dear high school Michaela,
I remember how much you loved being creative. You put creativity over everything else. You used to spend hours drawing and singing and acting. Nothing could stop you from stepping into the spotlight. You were always so adventurous and rebellious. Can you remember that time you snuck out at 3 a.m. to go for a drive to watch the sun rise for no reason at all? You used to get lost in random towns and take pictures with your friends. You weren’t afraid to speak your mind and would chill with anyone. You were down for just about anything.
You used to never put too much thought into things. You would get in a lot of tough situations due to this. You had to make decisions that taught you to become more mature. Your heart broke a couple times, and you broke a couple hearts. It was strange for you at the time, but you grew from it.
You used to think high school was all life had to offer you. You couldn’t see past that. I am glad you did, though. Can you remember the time you took your college tour at Stonehill? You couldn’t handle it, so you cried and left early. Also, remember the night before you went to college? You didn’t pack till 11 p.m. You just sat in the car outside of your high school wondering what was going to happen. I am glad you decided to get up and pack, even if it was last minute.
You were always so fun to be around. You were always so carefree and full of life. You would drive around blasting the radio with your friends. They would hang out the car window. You would sit on your roof staring at the stars just being a goofball. You would go night-swimming and go to every music venue possible. You thrived jumping around screaming out your favorite lyrics at your favorite bands. Your optimism was unbelievable. If someone doubted something, you would give them a reason to believe. I remember the dreams you had of wanting to be a singer. I am glad you pursued those dreams, but life opened up your eyes. You still love your hobbies but you know your life has gone in a different direction. I know you didn’t want to go to college but, trust me, it was the best thing for you. You have learned a lot from your experiences.
Although you are long gone and I miss you a lot, there are still parts of you that remain today. Our thought process is completely different, but, at times, you still get excited the same way. Also, you still find yourself feeling free when you are by the ocean. Your optimism may be a bit jaded by realism but that is OK. You still try your best to keep it positive no matter what. At times I go back to where you were. I sit outside the high school remembering those times. I sleep in your old room when the semester is over. I go through your old lyrics you wrote. It makes me sad sometimes, but that’s because I miss it a little. Altogether, you grew a lot and I am grateful those times existed. Thank you for everything you did.
Sincerely,
College Michaela
