The beginning of the end
|By SAM SCHOMMER|
|The summer has come to an end. It’s time to get back to solid routines and “reality,” in my case, high school.
This has probably been the first summer in which I am actually OK with going back to school, mostly because it will be my senior year and then I will be done with high school forever.
I have created the philosophy for myself of “get it started, get it over with.” The sooner the year starts, the sooner I can get it over with.
I have been told many times to enjoy senior year because it flies by. I am OK with that (the flying by part).
When you are younger, you view the seniors as these big, confident, and grown up individuals who seem to rule the school and get all this special treatment.
When I was an underclassman, all I wanted to be was a senior, and I spent countless hours planning out my graduation party, what my senior pictures would look like, the senior privileges that we would start, the yearbook that I would help create, and most of all where I would tell everyone I was going to go to college.
But now that the time has come for me to begin my senior year of high school, it seems much too surreal.
I have been picturing it for years, and when it finally comes, it just seems like any old school year.
However, the fact that it is my last one is at the forefront of my brain.
I do feel like I have grown and matured since I began my journey through high school, but I still feel so dependent, nowhere near where I should be in order to live on my own next year.
I’m sure most people in my boat feel this way, or at least I hope they do so that I’m not all alone in this awkward boat.
When I was an underclassman, I always told myself that I didn’t want to act like any of those seniors because they wanted everything to be centered around them and they wanted all of the attention because it was their last year of high school.
Of course, I will probably end up doing some of the things that I vowed not to, but I will try my best to be “different.”
One of the biggest challenges, well probably the biggest, during your senior year of high school is choosing a college.
“Where do you want to go?”
“What do you want to do?”
These types of questions get over-asked to future college freshmen.
I am probably one of the few, unique cases in that I actually have somewhat of a clue as to what I plan to do after this year.
Most seniors struggle all year long about the big decisions that they have to make.
It can be very stressful, I’ll admit. I have, however, taken the road where I know what I want, and I won’t be easily swayed.
Apparently I am supposed to “look around” at some more colleges, and I will, but I’m pretty sure I have my mind made up, and I consider that a good thing.
At least this way I don’t have to answer those over-asked questions with an “I don’t know yet.”
Usually I am a rather indecisive person when it comes to things like what I should eat for lunch or what I should wear to the dance, and I usually ask for opinions on these subjects so as to not make the “wrong choice.”
When it comes to my future, however, I hardly asked for opinions. I practically just told everyone what my plans are and didn’t let them question me one bit.
I don’t want to ruin my already made-up mind by having people swaying my opinion with theirs.
It may not necessarily make sense to everyone else, but it makes sense to me and I guess that’s all that matters.
So as I begin my senior year of high school, I will have an open, yet made-up mind and try my best to enjoy my last year of high school.