Graduation
I always said it would never happen to me. Someone else, yes. But certainly not me. I'm just not that kind of girl. You know what I mean -- the girl who tears up at the thought of leaving behind everything she knows to strike out on her own. Oh! Did you think I was going somewhere else with that? Sorry!
Seriously, though, I never thought I would be this nostalgic at the thought of leaving high school. I was never the pretty or popular one; the guys didn't drool over me and the girls didn't fight to sit with me at lunch. I was okay with this; I didn't drool over the guys, either and preferred to sit with my friends at lunch. My goal was never to be Homecoming Queen or head cheerleader (anyone who knows me, knows I'm just not the type to go for that type of thing). I don't have the time, energy or patience to play the games other girls do. I refuse to spend $70 on a pair of jeans; I don't like bright pinks and yellows; I don't follow trends.
My relationships with most of my classmates are incredibly superficial: names, siblings, classes. My close friends are underclassmen or graduated already. The people I have bonded with in my class will definitely keep in touch; graduation will not be the last time I see them. So why am I dreading the thought of leaving them?
Even the people I was never close to are making me wonder, what will life be like without you? The class clown who never fails to cheer me up. The "spazoid" girl who always says the wrong thing but never loses the nerve to try again. The Valedictorian who will someday be an insane salesman or a brain surgeon; I'm never quite sure which way his brain will go. Teachers who I fought with on a daily basis will never be seen again. My favorite teachers, the ones who took the time to listen to my thoughts and treated me as an equal, will move on to the next class and although they will not forget me, they will not completely remember me.
My classmates will recall certain things about me; one girl said she will always remember me as "the unique one"; unlike any other girl in our class. Others will remember the "smart one" But what else will they remember me by? My sarcasm? Telling them to lay off the 'unpopular' kids? (Who decides who is 'popular', anyway?) How will I remember them?
I know graduation is a new beginning and, trust me, I am quite willing to leave this place behind me. Living in a small community suffocates people. I am ready to breathe. I just wish I could take my class with me. . . most of them, anyway.
Seriously, though, I never thought I would be this nostalgic at the thought of leaving high school. I was never the pretty or popular one; the guys didn't drool over me and the girls didn't fight to sit with me at lunch. I was okay with this; I didn't drool over the guys, either and preferred to sit with my friends at lunch. My goal was never to be Homecoming Queen or head cheerleader (anyone who knows me, knows I'm just not the type to go for that type of thing). I don't have the time, energy or patience to play the games other girls do. I refuse to spend $70 on a pair of jeans; I don't like bright pinks and yellows; I don't follow trends.
My relationships with most of my classmates are incredibly superficial: names, siblings, classes. My close friends are underclassmen or graduated already. The people I have bonded with in my class will definitely keep in touch; graduation will not be the last time I see them. So why am I dreading the thought of leaving them?
Even the people I was never close to are making me wonder, what will life be like without you? The class clown who never fails to cheer me up. The "spazoid" girl who always says the wrong thing but never loses the nerve to try again. The Valedictorian who will someday be an insane salesman or a brain surgeon; I'm never quite sure which way his brain will go. Teachers who I fought with on a daily basis will never be seen again. My favorite teachers, the ones who took the time to listen to my thoughts and treated me as an equal, will move on to the next class and although they will not forget me, they will not completely remember me.
My classmates will recall certain things about me; one girl said she will always remember me as "the unique one"; unlike any other girl in our class. Others will remember the "smart one" But what else will they remember me by? My sarcasm? Telling them to lay off the 'unpopular' kids? (Who decides who is 'popular', anyway?) How will I remember them?
I know graduation is a new beginning and, trust me, I am quite willing to leave this place behind me. Living in a small community suffocates people. I am ready to breathe. I just wish I could take my class with me. . . most of them, anyway.
posted by missdragonfly at 9:25 AM
1 Comments:
Best of Luck to you in the future. You will always be one of the most unique and interesting individuals I have ever met, but trust me that is a great thing. I respect you for your intelligence, your ability to see outside the box, your outlook on life, and in general the person you have become. I hope that you have learned at least a little from me as I know I have learned far more from your perspectives than you will probably ever know. Who knows, one day we may be teaching at the same college. Good Luck and if you ever need anything, even a listening ear, I'll be glad to listen. Remember to look for the rainbow club on campus. (R)
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