Whenever I think about how few days of school are left, I start to get nervous. Excited too, of course, but there are a lot of nerves mixed into that also. I hope that I have done enough with my senior year to make it one that I will remember.
The saying “Senior year, no regrets” is cliché and overused, but it’s the motto we all tend to live by. I’ve been trying everything I wanted to try in high school, using my one last chance as a student here to do it. I’m in musical (props crew, but still, I’m in it!), I’ve been going to sporting events that I’ve never been to before and I’ve been hanging out with my friends a lot more.
I want to make the most of the little bit of time we have left before we walk across that stage for the last time as Novi High School seniors and step off at the other end as Novi High School alumni, diploma in hand.
After all, after the senior all night party and grad parties are over, chances are I won’t see a lot of these people again. So I want to make the most of the time I have left with them.
It’s all the things I usually take for granted, that I never even wonder how many I have left that I am shocked to find are down to a number so small I can count it on one hand.
Five newspaper late nights. Two more newspapers to distribute during lunch. Two more feature pages to design. One more musical to see. One more Prom. One Relay for Life.
My last MIPA awards ceremony was today. I’ll never be able to run screaming up to the front of the banquet hall with The Wildcat Roar staff to collect our Spartan Award ever again.
It seems so weird that next year, these same things will continue happening, but I won’t be around to be a part of it. I’ll be in another state, living a life completely different from the one I’m living right now. I won’t be living with my parents, I won’t be worrying about AP tests or a Prom date. I’ll have college problems to worry about instead of petty high school drama. I won’t have a job. When I really start thinking about how different everything is going to be, it dawns on me how weird it is.
I’ll only eat in the cafeteria 27 more times. I’ll only be in my AP Lit and Pre-Calc classes 27 more times.
Everything seems like it’s coming to an end, but in reality it’s just the end of this chapter of my life. As soon as I walk across that stage to get my diploma, I’ll be entering a whole new part of my life, one that I fully intend to make the most of, just like I did with high school.