To The Seniors Entering Their Last Season

To The Seniors Entering Their Last Season

"You're going to miss this."

“You’re gonna miss this.”

You’ve finally made it to the long stretch. Four long years of hard work will finally pay off as your years as a high schooler come to an end. The spring season is always hectic, but now more than ever. Sooner than you think, it will be three weeks until graduation and you’ll have to face the goodbyes that come along with it. Prom, track meets, soccer games, tennis matches, baseball games, competitions, districts, sectionals, and state will all soon pass. You’ll start to notice yourself recognizing your upcoming “lasts.” Last dance, last cafeteria lunch, last time on the field, court, stage, mat, runway, etc., last class period with that teacher you dread, last class period with the teacher you love, last Monday as a senior, last time daily seeing your friends, but most importantly, the last time you’ll be a student at your high school.

Whether you like to admit it or not, high school educated you about so much more than you expected. Both academically and socially, you grew. You made memories that you’ll never forget, and friends you’ll never lose. It was an important part of your life, and it made a difference in you. While it wasn’t exactly like High School Musical like we were all expecting, it shaped us.

So while you rush to fill out last-minute scholarships, study for AP tests, stress about college arrangements, and snatch your diploma; slow down. Seriously. Enjoy these last few months as much as you can. Don’t be afraid of being nostalgic. Class of 2017, don’t forget:

  • Make the best of everything: you’re going to miss some of it.
  • Enjoy yourself: you only get one senior year.
  • Go to everything one last time: just because.
  • Try something new: you only have one more year.
  • Popularity isn’t power: seriously, be nice.
  • Ask for help: reaching out to others is rewarding in the end.
  • Stand up for yourself: don’t let anyone break you.
  • Do what makes you happy: this year is about you.
  • Try: it counts later.
  • Reward yourself: you deserve it.
  • Help underclassmen: you were them once.
  • Go to dances: you’ll regret not going.
  • Enjoy the little things: they won’t be there forever.
  • Expect nothing: not everyone will give you the recognition you deserve.
  • Smile: kindness is free.
  • Study: grades matter.


  • Leave your mark; make those past four years worth it.

It will be bitter-sweet, the exit from your comfort zone, but the entrance to your future will be just the same. The ups and downs aren’t over, the challenges not settled, but the opportunities have just begun.

So as you sit in the theater seats of the auditorium one last time, as five am approaches the clock, as your lock-in draws to a close, and you watch a slideshow of images displaying the past through the present with your classmates, take a deep breath and look around you. This is it. The world awaits.

“After tonight, who knows where we’ll be tomorrow.

What if we’re never here again?

After tonight, this will be a lifetime ago.

So we’ll stop the world from moving, stop the clocks from turning.

This time is ours.”

"Ours" by the Bravery

Cover Image Credit: Lexie Knight

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I Went To "The Bachelor" Auditions

And here's why you won’t be seeing me on TV.

It’s finally time to admit my guilty pleasure: I have always been a huge fan of The Bachelor.

I can readily admit that I’ve been a part of Bachelor fantasy leagues, watch parties, solo watching — you name it, I’ve gone the whole nine yards. While I will admit that the show can be incredibly trashy at times, something about it makes me want to watch it that much more. So when I found out that The Bachelor was holding auditions in Houston, I had to investigate.

While I never had the intention of actually auditioning, there was no way I would miss an opportunity to spend some time people watching and check out the filming location of one of my favorite TV shows.

The casting location of The Bachelor, The Downtown Aquarium in Houston, was less than two blocks away from my office. I assumed that I would easily be able to spot the audition line, secretly hoping that the endless line of people would beg the question: what fish could draw THAT big of a crowd?

As I trekked around the tanks full of aquatic creatures in my bright pink dress and heels (feeling somewhat silly for being in such nice clothes in an aquarium and being really proud of myself for somewhat looking the part), I realized that these auditions would be a lot harder to find than I thought.

Finally, I followed the scent of hairspray leading me up the elevator to the third floor of the aquarium.

The doors slid open. I found myself at the end of a large line of 20-something-year-old men and women and I could feel all eyes on me, their next competitor. I watched as one woman pulled out her travel sized hair curler, someone practiced answering interview questions with a companion, and a man (who was definitely a little too old to be the next bachelor) trying out his own pick-up lines on some of the women standing next to him.

I walked to the end of the line (trying to maintain my nonchalant attitude — I don’t want to find love on a TV show). As I looked around, I realized that one woman had not taken her eyes off of me. She batted her fake eyelashes and looked at her friend, mumbling something about the *grumble mumble* “girl in the pink dress.”

I felt a wave of insecurity as I looked down at my body, immediately beginning to recognize the minor flaws in my appearance.

The string hanging off my dress, the bruise on my ankle, the smudge of mascara I was sure I had on the left corner of my eye. I could feel myself begin to sweat. These women were all so gorgeous. Everyone’s hair was perfectly in place, their eyeliner was done flawlessly, and most of them looked like they had just walked off the runway. Obviously, I stuck out like a sore thumb.

I walked over to the couches and sat down. For someone who for the most part spent most of the two hours each Monday night mocking the cast, I was shocked by how much pressure and tension I felt in the room.

A cop, stationed outside the audition room, looked over at me. After a brief explanation that I was just there to watch, he smiled and offered me a tour around the audition space. I watched the lines of beautiful people walk in and out of the space, realizing that each and every one of these contestants to-be was fixated on their own flaws rather than actually worrying about “love.”

Being with all these people, I can see why it’s so easy to get sucked into the fantasy. Reality TV sells because it’s different than real life. And really, what girl wouldn’t like a rose?

Why was I so intimidated by these people? Reality TV is actually the biggest oxymoron. In real life, one person doesn’t get to call all the shots. Every night isn’t going to be in a helicopter looking over the south of France. A real relationship depends on more than the first impression.

The best part of being in a relationship is the reality. The best part about yourself isn’t your high heels. It’s not the perfect dress or the great pick-up lines. It’s being with the person that you can be real with. While I will always be a fan of The Bachelor franchise, this was a nice dose of reality. I think I’ll stick to my cheap sushi dates and getting caught in the rain.

But for anyone who wants to be on The Bachelor, let me just tell you: Your mom was right. There really are a lot of fish in the sea. Or at least at the aquarium.

Cover Image Credit: The Cut

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Hey, Senior, Don't Just Wish Everything Away Just Yet — Enjoy The Moment You're In

The future will be there waiting for you when you get there, so live now.


It's that time again when the senioritis starts to hit a little too hard, and you just can't wait to get the hell out of high school. Along with this comes the ridiculous number of people telling you not to wish it away because you can't ever get those years back. But, I know you're thinking of why you would even want them back in the first place. I am not here to tell you that those four years are the best years of your life — they definitely aren't, but they sure do hold some pretty great memories. Trust me when I say this: you will miss them.

Senior year is the year of all the lasts. At the time, it seemed like there were so many lasts that we would never run out of them. There was practically an unlimited supply of lasts until there wasn't. The hard truth about being a senior is that no one tends to think about the fact that everything is ending until it is already over.

By the second semester, everyone has already picked their school, and the excitement is so exhilarating. The future is so close you can almost reach out and touch it. The only problem with all of this excitement is that it can be so easy to live in it. Your future looks so bright that you're already there mentally. While it's okay to be excited, sometimes you can get so wrapped up in the future that you forget to live. Remember to live in the moment every day because it's something you can never get back.

One day, the lasts will run out.

You will watch your home team play one last game, go to your last dance, walk out of those double doors one more and never go back. You will walk into that gym bearing your school colors one last time in your cap and gown standing side by side with all of your closest friends, and just like that the lasts are over. Those four years that everyone swore wouldn't go by fast are gone. All of the great times become nothing but beautiful memories, and that is all you're left with are memories.

You will never get those times back, so it's time to start living them now. Live your life to the fullest. Most importantly, live for now. Your future is looking so bright — there's no shame in being excited about it — but remember that their future will be there waiting for you when you get there. Slow down, take it all in, and enjoy all of the lasts while you still have them.


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