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It's Been Real

Well that's that.

It's weird that high-school is over. When you're in the middle of it, you honestly think it'll never end. You vaguely hear your deans and teachers and counselors talking about college, but it generally just passes through your brain because you don't really think it applies to you. Because you've got three years until then! And then you have two, and then you have one, and suddenly it's the last day of high-school and you're wondering where the time went.

Sometimes I chuckle to myself because before I started high-school my parent's friends were telling me how "the next four years are the best of your life!" Now I understand why that woman who told me that is always so sad. Girlfriend peaked forty years ago. If these four years were the best of my life, that would be the worst. I'm calling that right now. I basically liked high-school. During it I would whine about how much I didn't like it, but it wasn't that bad. I wouldn't do it all over again, but I would look back on my experience fondly.

So, high-school, it's been real. OPRF, thanks for being so close to my house that I could leave my house at 7:56 and still get to class on time. Lunchroom, thanks for being my reminder that there is, in fact, a hell on earth. Third floor hallways, props to you for my development of claustrophobia, and a general disdain for every single person who doesn't wear deodorant.

If there was one thing I'd leave to you, world/people still at OPRF it's this:

When in doubt, dance it out.

I'll be back next year, albeit for like, an hour during Thanksgiving break, but nonetheless, I'll be back.

English 2012

English class this year more than any other year has showed me how beautiful literature can be. I know that people say that all the time, and it's usually just a way to take up space in a paper or perhaps a blogpost? But I honestly mean it. And really, it's not only literature. It's poetry, and in my case, especially music and lyrics. I think that literature and the written word in general is a way of chronicling your perception of the world, and your take on what's going on around you, and this year has taught me more than anything else that that perception and that view that YOU have, is important. Perhaps it's the books that we read, or maybe it's my own growth over the course of these ten months, but the individual in society is worth so much more to me now. And I think that's what I will take to college with me. The fact that, though I might not be the best at everything, I do offer a unique perspective on the world, and that can be used for something great. Whether it be a novel, or a poem, or a song, it's all valid, and it's all good.