I am sitting here in total confusion. I feel like I should be
going to school on Monday. But I won
’t be. I will be sleeping in and perhaps watching the soaps
later with my mom. Then maybe if I get around to it I will get
dressed and do what I have been longing to do: absolutely
nothing.
I am sitting here in total confusion. I feel like I should be going to school on Monday. But I won’t be. I will be sleeping in and perhaps watching the soaps later with my mom. Then maybe if I get around to it I will get dressed and do what I have been longing to do: absolutely nothing.
This summer is a special one for me. It’s the summer before college. I graduated from Live Oak on Friday.
It hasn’t set in yet. I am out of high school! No more tests, no more essays, no more projects. Well, until school starts at De Anza in August. But my point is that I am no longer a high school student.
During the Live Oak Grad Night, my friends and I would randomly spout out, “We’re not in high school anymore!,” or, “No more Civics!” It was such a joy to say. I never thought this day would come. During my freshman year it was a common joke between my friends and me that I was a really dorky freshman, and that at heart, I would always be a freshman. If you don’t get it, it’s ok.
I am waiting to wake up from this dream and still be a freshman. But in reality I will be a freshman once again. Just in a better, more educated way.
Looking back on these past four years, I have battled my way through them. It seems as if I couldn’t take a step forward without having something come along and push me two steps back. Four years ago I had no idea what I wanted to do with my life. Everything seemed like a blur. I had no idea what I wanted to do in a week let alone with my life.
But by some weird luck I ended up at Live Oak and took the beginning journalism class. From then on, I had a better idea of what I wanted to do. I may not be the best journalist, or the best speller (as said by the Oak Leaf staff), but that is not holding me back. The only thing holding me back is me.
When I was younger I used to want to be a doctor and help sick people. But after taking biology, I decided it wasn’t my thing. Although I had no problem dissecting the pig. I was the only person in my group that would do it. So I guess I can’t rule anything out at this point. Many people I know have changed their major in college more than once. So who knows, I could become a wealthy plastic surgeon in Los Angeles.
Even though I have found something that I enjoy, I may change my direction any day now. Last summer I helped my mom teach second and third graders during summer school. Before last summer I wasn’t a big fan of little kids. But I came out of the experience fascinated by them.
So what I am trying to get at is that my future is right in front me, and right in front of all of us graduating seniors this year. Many of us don’t have a clue of what we want to make of ourselves. All we know is that there is something out there for us.
I remember in one of my pervious columns I wrote about being a teenager and asked adults to give us some slack. I am still behind this idea. We have to deal with the hardest stuff. I am looking forward to moving on, and leaving high school behind me. Sure I learned a lot, but the whole high school thing is really hard. Just the social scene, friends, and cliques is an adventure of its own. There isn’t a day that goes by that so and so doesn’t talk about so and so behind so and so’s back. There is so much drama.
I have to say that amongst all the drama, I have come out of high school with friends that I am proud to say are my friends. They have stuck by me through hard times.
People say that these are best years of our lives. I am still not sure what to think of that. On one hand, being in high school was a lot of fun, but I don’t think I would go back for anything.
To the class of 2003: We made it! Go and live your life the way you want to and don’t look back.
