Wait, I’m a Senior
How is it my last year at LHS?
Photo by Alyssa Griffith
The fact that I’m a senior hasn’t hit me yet. Yes, the workload has hit me. The enormous pile of physics homework has too, but it’s crazy to think that at this time next year I’ll be out of Liberty. This is terrifying for me. I’m a very detail-oriented person.
If you take peek into my bag, you’ll find my thick planner, color-coded with all my homework, tests, events and whatnot. Then you’ll find my notepad which houses my endless amount of to-do lists.
I must have a plan for everything or else I feel lost. Right now I feel lost.
I hadn’t thought about what would happen right after senior year. It didn’t even occur to me on Homecoming night that it would be my last homecoming going to the dance with friends.
I remember taking pictures in Loose Park with my friends and amidst the madness of parents trying to take pictures I realized, this is my last time. I’ll never have to run around my house again looking for the right outfit for the football game or get to go to another powder party. The thought of that makes my mind buzz constantly.
What’s next? What do I do?
I know what I want to do, but the path to where I want to go is blurry. My mind still races back to freshman year, all excited for what the next four years would have in store for me. Now as a senior, all I can say is, “Wow, I’m actually a senior.”
But I think that’s okay. It’s okay to not know how the year will turn out.
It scares me knowing that the friends and people I see today will soon disappear. But, if I dwell too much on it, what will that do to my precious senior year?
Senior year is about going with the flow, no matter how much you plan or try to plan. Trust me I’ve tried. So, let the fun and stress of it all come at me. I’m ready. . . I think.
