It is a very strange feeling when you walk through the door and go to your last first day of high school. I remember feeling excited because I couldn’t wait to attend college the next fall and nervous because everything that was familiar to me was ending.
A part of me didn’t quite believe that it was my last first day, but it still felt very final at the same time. Those feelings and that paradox were present was for all my lasts of Lawrence High School: the last first day of club meetings, the last winter concert, the last Disney trip, the last food drive, and the list goes on and on. At the beginning of the school year, everyone’s attitudes were along the lines of “we can’t wait to get out of here,” but as graduation day approaches all the aspects of high school that you couldn’t wait to leave behind start to seem more special.
It’s an odd feeling to walk around knowing that your high school experience has an expiration date and that at the same time the next year, your entire life will be different; you will be surrounded by new students, new faculty and you might even be living in a different state far from where you are now.
Anxieties and sadness aside, I cannot wait to experience my new uncharted territory. If college life is anything like it has been depicted in movies and television shows, I will never gain the “freshman 15,” wake up before noon for a class, or sacrifice my social life for a night of hardcore studying.
So, I am hoping that college life is exactly like it has been depicted, even though that might be somewhat unrealistic. These idealistic views paired with complete freedom make the idea of leaving my high school behind somewhat easier.