Locker Philosophy

Life is going so quickly, it seems. What felt like an event so far ahead it didn’t even need to be thought about is now tomorrow. Tomorrow night I will be graduating from High School, ready to move on from that entire chapter of my life. The scariest part of it all, is that I’m ready for it.

I got the most out of high school, truly, and I don’t regret any of my actions or decisions. Even through all the horrible shit, the endless monotony, and the mind-numbing amount of work and stress, I still can look back on my time in those halls with the utmost fondness. And that’s scary, because now I have to talk about school in the past tense.

The culmination of everything is tomorrow. Of the past four years, as well as of the past 18. 

In 24 hours, I will be a high school graduate. No longer a high school senior, or an almost college student but a true High School Alumni. I have convinced myself that I am not scared, or worried, instead telling myself that I’m happy about it and cannot wait for the future. My only preference would have been that the future had put itself off for a bit longer, that high school could have gone on for just a few more days, weeks, maybe even months. That the people who I will now never see again might have spoken to me, or I them, and that a connection might have been formed. 

Now, all that’s left really are the memories. The times spent, the fun had, the tears shed. Beyond that, high school no longer exists within every one of us who will be graduating tomorrow, or in the near future. Living to the fullest, having the most fun possible, and trying not to let anything get to you ended up working well for me, but it didn’t make time pass any slower. 

Earlier today, I watched the series finale of one of my favorite shows, Scrubs. Through all the recaps, the heartfelt goodbyes, and the eager look towards the future, I saw my own high school career reflected in that episode. The parallelism was incredible, because within the halls of high school were where I made my first true friendships, discovered my passions and my dislikes, and developed into the person that I am today. I tried my best to experience so much, and I do believe I did a fairly good job at it. It doesn’t completely alleviate the nagging fears that question “But was it enough”, but it does a bit to help combat them.

And in the end, High School was everything that I wanted it to be and more; a place to live, learn, laugh, and grow. And to everyone that helped make it so great, I thank you.