5 Things I Miss About High School

5 Things I Miss About High School

As told by "Friends."

Having almost completed my first semester of college and upon realizing I am currently preparing to go home for Thanksgiving, I have been thinking about my high school. As cliche as it sounds, I did not realize that I would miss it until I was gone.

1. Friends.

Many of the friends you have in high school have been by your side for more than those four years. From elementary school through high school, it has always been you and them. These are the people you would run to when you got a new Webkinz in elementary school, aced your AP exam, or found the perfect prom dress. In the blink of an eye, they are no longer by your side 24/7. If you need to rant about your day, FaceTime is your best option and even then, you have to hope they are not on their way to dinner with their new college friends. For the past 13 years, you have seen each other almost every day and now you see each other once a month if you are lucky. You are always there for each other, but it is hard.

2. Teachers.

Everyone has that one teacher who single-handedly got them through high school. Whether it be just by editing your papers or letting you come into their classroom and ranting about what is going on. It never had to be school related, because this teacher was always willing to listen and talk it through. This was also the teacher who would let you hang out in their room and skip class. They would encourage you to go to class, but only because it was the right thing to do. This is the first teacher you email and update on how college is going, and they are also the teacher that you will go out of your way to visit when you come home for Thanksgiving.

3. Work Load.

High school seemed hard at the time because you felt like you were buried with homework at least three out of the five days a week. Oh, and god help you when a paper was assigned. It seemed like the end of the world because it would take so long and it seemed so difficult. Well, in college, there are no breaks. I have written more papers in the past three months in college than I ever have before. Also, the syllabus will outline every assignment for the entire semester; therefore, there is always something you could be working on. I remember being incredibly stressed out my junior year because I had two AP tests, SATs, and opening night of a play all in the same week. Well, that has become very common in college. It has become a common occurrence to have three exams and two essays and a group project in the same week.

4. Sleep.

On the roommate survey that I filled out in June prior to beginning my freshman year, I put down that I went to bed early and woke up fairly early. That changed soon after I got to school. During high school, I would go to bed early because I had to leave my house at 6:45 a.m. to drive to school. Getting up that early never bothered me because I went to bed early and I could always stop for an iced coffee. The nights that I was at the school until 11:00 p.m. working with stage crew after rehearsals made it hard to get up early and I was brutal the next day. 11:00 p.m. has become early for me this year. Nothing is worse than the 8:00 a.m. classes. It’s not that you choose this. Between hours spent on homework at night and early classes, it’s not your fault. No matter how late you sleep on weekends, or how much you sleep when you go home, a permanent state of exhaustion will begin to settle in after the second week of school.

5. Food.

Lunches made in high school cafeterias are no better than meals at the college dining hall. The only difference is, high school is one meal a day. When you are in college, you need to get your food somewhere, and Easy Mac only goes so far. You can only order out so much because it adds up. In terms of lunch, during high school, you or your parent could pack a halfway decent lunch. Nothing was better than when your parent left you a lunch downstairs before they left for work. That is not the case in college. On the days that you have time for lunch, it’s generally a granola bar in your dorm on your way to class or if you are lucky, a sandwich from the cafeteria.

College is supposed to be the best four years of your life, but that is not to say it is easy. You are under more stress due to school work and obligations and this leaves little time to connect with friends from home sometimes. At the end of the day, college is amazing, but there is always that little piece of you that misses home and your high school and I cannot wait to go back and visit.
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When you make a girl an aunt, she gets to skip on the difficulty of disciplining.

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When you make a girl an aunt, you give her the best listening ears.

As of right now I only listen to the sweet coos and hungry cries but I am fully prepared to listen to all the problems in his life in the future.

When you make a girl an aunt, you make her the best advice giver.

By the time my nephew needs advice, hopefully, I will have all of my life lessons perfected into relatable stories.

When you make a girl an aunt, you make her a number-one fan

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I Wonder If You'd Be Proud of Me

Or if you even think of me at all.


I wonder if you'd be proud of me.

My first thought when I wake up in the morning is whether or not you still think of me. I think about if I am wearing the right outfit if I were to see you that day. I think about if I am saying the right thing for you to want to want me again.

Throughout my day, I think about whether or not you're happy. I wonder if the feeling in my heart of missing who I thought you were is making its way to you. Sometimes I think about what I did to make you hate me as much as you do.

Sometimes when things get really hard, I think about picking up the phone to call you. Time keeps passing from the last time I saw you and during that time I've painted a picture of you that would probably only disappoint me in the end. Your phone number still sits in my phone and I go to your contact, wanting to call, but knowing that at the other end is not the person I used to know.

I wonder if you watch me. I wonder if the posts I make, pictures I post, and articles I write are viewed by you and whether or not you care to even search my name. I wonder if you ask people about me or if you care to know the person I am today.

Without you, I have changed. It has been two years and though time will only continue moving on without you, I wonder what would have happened if I didn't make the choices I made to make you react in the way you have.

When the sun shines bright on the flowers blooming around campus, I think of your jokes and sarcastic wit. When the rain pours from the sky and keeps me imprisoned within the walls of a building, I think of ways I felt imprisoned by you. When clouds form shapes in the sky that I can make stories out of, I think of the way life could've been.

Sometimes I write to you. They are the letters I can never send because I have to remind myself that though we knew each other once, you do not know me anymore. The picture in my mind of who you are now is someone who'd love me with open arms, but I know that there's no truth in that. It's only my wishful thinking out to break my heart once more.

I wonder if you hear me when I try talking to you. I wonder if the words I tell God are making their way to you as you go on living the life we always talked about when times get tough. I wonder if you're talking to God about me.

As I watch the sunset, I think about the last moment I was with you. As that chapter ended, I was only wishfully thinking that walking away would save me from further pain. In the end, I don't know about how life would've been different had it not happened.

When my picture of you gets too bright and I share it with others, I am reminded of reality. The screaming, crying, pushing, shoving, and hitting touches my skin once more in the form of flashbacks that push me further down into the depths of a depression. I am reminded of the hundreds of suicidal thoughts and letters that I've written once before.

No matter what, my heart still yearns for a hug. A hug where I can bury myself into your body and feel safe. A hug where I forget every worry in my mind and focus solely on the love.

I wonder if you'd still love me if I changed myself to be the person you've always wanted me to be. I wonder if you'd forgive me for walking away, even if it was for me to change to be a better person. I wonder if you'll ever even read this.

Days like today, I want to go back in time. I sit on the benches around campus and look up at the sky, down at the cars passing by, and listen to life move on all around me as I remain stuck. I hear people talking, see them laughing, and wonder if there's any way I could one day feel as alive as they do.

The truth is that I was never enough for you. No matter how much I changed, kept notes of what you liked so I could be like that, or just kept my head down and moved silently, nothing was ever enough.

No matter what, though, I still yearn to be loved in the way that I picture you should've loved me. Closure does not exist. You were the ones who were supposed to hold me down. But now I am nothing to you...I was always nothing to you.

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