It was an early morning on August 17th of 2011, my very first day of kindergarten. If I close my eyes I can still feel the nerves and the excitement that raced through my body that morning. I can vividly remember the pit in my stomach when my mom and dad dropped me off in class that morning. I can picture the little girl who met all of her new friends, the little girl who always picked out the Fancy Nancy books from the library, or the field trips to the Botanical Gardens. However, the thing I remember most about the younger years of my life wasn’t a memory, it was a feeling. I was in third grade, and all the students lined the hallways as we watched the graduating seniors walk through their old stomping grounds one more time. I remember feeling inspired, eager, and excited to be in their shoes one day. Well, 9 years later and that day has come. I am now the senior graduating from high school in just a few weeks. I am now the big kid that eager 9 year old was so ready to be. The honest truth though, I would do anything to be that eager 9 year old again. I have been a part of the same community for 13 years of my life, and walking away from it doesn’t seem real. It felt like yesterday that my parents were dropping me off in kindergarten, and in just a few months they will be dropping me off at college. I wish I could tell little ole me to slow down, to enjoy the talent shows, the classroom parties, and the monkey bars, because one day you will be wishing you could do it all over again. High school has been a very busy season of life. Full of joy, stress, excitement, late nights, and making new relationships. As busy as it was, and as bad as the senioritis is, I would do it all again if I could. In just a few days, I will finish my very last day at Har-Ber High School. The last day of seeing my favorite teachers, my last day as editor, and my last day going to school with my favorite people. How did it all go by so fast and how is it already over? To all those who are wishing the time would go by faster, take a minute to appreciate it. Slow down and take it all in because one day in the very near future, you will be the graduating senior who wished they could do it all again. I will forever be grateful for the memories and the friendships made during this season of my life. That pit I felt in my stomach on the first day of kindergarten, is the same one I feel as I am about to walk into school on my last day of senior year. I didn’t know it at the time, but that feeling is a good thing. It means you’re about to start a new chapter of your life, and I cannot wait to start mine.
A Time For New Beginnings
