Wednesday was my first day of senior year. That morning waking up I felt like a sophomore, or just a normal day of junior year. I was in a hurry to rush out the door because I was running late, typical me. So I did not really have time to process that this was it. The last time I will ever wake up in my parents house and go to my high school. I never thought the time would come for me to be a senior, and now that it is, I wish I was still in kindergarten. My life has went by so fast. I know I am only seventeen, but I still remember my fourth birthday vividly. Life moves so fast and our last year of being carefree is about to end and the real world is about to hit us all in the face, and I'm not ready for it.
Summer came and went like a breeze, one second you're caught up in it, and then the next it is over. This summer was the fastest and most intense one I have ever experienced. Looking back on the last day of school in May to the first day here in August, my life has done a 360. I've lost important people in my life, and I've grown as a person. This summer taught me that the people you want to stay constant are the ones that usually drift in and out. It showed me what it means to be fun and let loose. I'm thankful for this summer, and as much as I truly cherished every starry summer night, I'm ready for the coveted senior year experiences. The first football game of the season, senior pictures, senior night, prom, and most importantly, graduation.
Driving to school on Wednesday morning, I popped my Taylor Swift CD "fearless" into the radio. I flipped to track number 2 and I was back in time. The song "Fifteen" blasted through the speakers. I was waiting for for the part where she sings "It's your freshmen year and you are gonna be here for the next four years in this town." On my very first day of freshmen year I listened to that song while getting ready and dreamed of being a senior and how magical it would be. I almost started to cry realizing I am a senior and next year I will no longer be living with my parents. When I got to school, I didn't recognize half of the people standing in the hallway. Now that I am the senior, I no longer know most of the underclassmen. Walking to class the presence of the seniors that had just graduated was felt. We always were ready for them to leave so it could be us, class of 2017. We have been waiting and wishing for our turn for three years. We finally got our wish. We are the big fish in the little pond, the all knowing seniors.
I read something written by a senior that graduated and they said that you will not feel anything the first day. Or even when you get your cap and gown. It won't sit in until we are handed out diplomas that we are done. I know once it sits in, I will breakdown. I cannot comprehend leaving the town and people I have grown up with.
May senior year be so amazing, it makes the move from the comfortable to the unknown a little bit easier. Class of 2017, breathe in every second.
