Dear Senior year,

You're supposed to be the pinnacle of our high school career. Now that you're just in reach, you have become blurrier than ever.

Your story is legend in the American high school experience. Senior privileges, senior prom, senior night games, matches, and meets, festivities galore, college acceptances, and memories to last a lifetime. Where has all that gone now? Something as unfathomable as a global pandemic has ruined our plans for the year that was supposed to make all of high school worth it.

It seems so selfish to complain about missing out on things so mundane and trivial when people are dying, but this really does suck.

I would trade anything right now for the chance to see the same old faces just one more time. In person. Without a cotton shield. I would do anything to be able to sit through one more painfully long 4th block, listen to one more teacher rant about their classes' insufferable test scores, and be bombarded with flyers for the spring musical with every turn in the halls.

If we were granted a miraculously covid-free senior year, I'd savor every last second of that routine we've become so accustomed to. I wouldn't dare dismiss a single social invitation, and I'd try my best to ace every assignment. I would make sure my teachers knew how much they mean to me, and I wouldn't be so quick to rush out the door at last bell.

Our senior year will be filled with uncertainties and untraditional attempts to fulfill tradition. Class of '21 have a rollercoaster ride ahead of them. Senior year, I hope you show out, no matter how virtual.