I’m trying to remember that this doesn’t have to be perfect, even though I really, truly want it to be.
This is my last time writing a story for The Central Trend as a sophomore. It doesn’t have to be perfect, but I think it should be.
A lot of things this past school year weren’t perfect. The rocket that I had to make in physics wasn’t perfect, but it wasn’t imperfect either. It didn’t go the farthest, but it didn’t stay the closest either. None of my math tests were perfect, especially the one about proofs. I wasn’t a perfect student. I wasn’t always paying attention in class, and I definitely wasn’t always working on my classwork in class. (Sorry, Mr. Garb, I know you’re eternally mad at me for that.) In fact, I’m literally writing this in math right now, but I promise I’ve started my DeltaMath.
I made a lot of milestones this year. I got my driver’s permit, and I accomplished my first AP class. I created 11 photo galleries containing over 350 photos, and I published over 40 stories.
I became the Student Producer for theater, and had some of the most stress but the most fun in my whole life. Through that experience, I made friends and memories that I’ll never forget, even if I wanted to.
I’m a different person than I was at the beginning of this year. I had different friends, different memories, and a different smile. Now, my smile is a little more true. It’s a little wider and a little happier. I’m proud of who I’ve become.
In just about a week, I’ll be halfway through high school. I’ll only have four more shows for theater and 24 new classes, and I’ll have to say goodbye two more times—to the seniors next year, and then to my class the next year. But, also, I’ll have thousands of new memories.
I do not want to wish my days away. I’m going to savor every moment of the play and musical, every day of my classes, and every memory with my friends. I know that the days will feel slow, but as I look back, it’ll feel fast. I can’t wish my days away.
I had to say goodbye to the seniors this year, and, now, the hallways are a little emptier. Next year, on the first day, they’ll be full again. And then I’ll have to say goodbye again. It’ll all just be a cycle. However, the next year, I’ll be the one leaving the hallways a little emptier. I’m going to have to say goodbye to all of my teachers and all of my friends.
This year wasn’t perfect, and neither were any of my stories, photo galleries, or moments as Student Producer. I know that I’ll always find a few flaws, but I think that everything was pretty close to perfect. Every hour of chemistry, every assembly, every football game, and all of the times that I cried from laughing so hard. I’m halfway through, and I’m going to try to make it as close to perfect as I can.
