Here's to the high school memories

by hannah meyer

 Seven weeks left. Seven weeks to find that “perfect” college. Seven weeks to walk the familiar hallways. Seven weeks for the senior class.

 Some seniors might think there are seven weeks until they’re out of this “hell-hole.” Some think there are seven weeks to walk out on the field wearing a black and gold jersey. Some just think of it as seven weeks to hang out with the friends they now call family. No matter how you think about it, the class of 2008 has seven weeks left.

 I don’t know what to make of the last seven weeks. I really don’t know what it will feel like on that last day of school, knowing I’ll never see hundreds of these people again. I don’t know what it will be like to hug Al for the very last time. I don’t know what it will be like to wear that cap and gown, but I can feel it all coming so fast.

 Looking back on the first day of high school, when my mom dropped me off into a school of wolves, I cannot believe I actually now find this school a small home. When people talked about high school being the best years of their lives, I really could not believe them. As a freshman, I walked around thinking what is so great about all this? I have two tests in geometry, a paper due in Berthold’s class, and I mean I still could not find the swimming pool on the third week.

 But as a senior, I realize that these years have been some of the best years of my life. Even though some days were rough, I pulled through.

 Throughout high school I have learned so much about myself. Each year I didn’t mark up a slash on the height wall, but I did grow as a person. I have learned to accept people for who they are. I have learned that sometimes a simple smile can brighten their day. I never really thought high school could teach me more than math or science. I truly have learned so much about life.
We all had our hard times, but when the end is so near I only think about the times that I laughed so hard I cried like in Brocksmith’s class when he sang the “Peaches song.” I think about the times I shared with the people in 026. I think about all the embarrassing times, like on group photo day when I fell down the bleachers. My whole heel fell off and Ms. Meinzer had to glue it back on. I look back and remember March 5, 2005, the day all of us lost a classmate, a friend, and a fellow student.

 We are all connected as the class of 2008. We will all be connected as we walk across that stage, turn our tassels to the side, and throw our caps up in the air. And we all only have seven weeks to make the memories that are the best years of our lives.