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We Made It
Four years of the greatest years of our lives have passed. And damn, so many memories. So many lessons. So many people to walk into our lives, and touch our souls in their own unique little way. Blood, sweat, and tears shed anticipating the very day when we get to throw our hats into the air and say, “We fucking made it.”
In a way, I’m torn. A part of me wants to say goodbye, and the other wishes that I didn’t have to. Because who knew I would learn so much in so little time. I learned about English, Math, Science, and everything else in those books we were told to study. But I didn’t just learn what I needed to become a rocket scientist, or an astronaut. I learned about myself. I learned about others around me. I learned about life. How it keeps us moving, and to never dwell.
We can’t stay in one spot forever. Eventually, we have to move forward in one way or another. That’s what we wanted in the first place anyway. Being a freshman, 4 years might have seemed like a long time to us. Come senior year, it feels like it wasn’t enough. You begin to wonder if you had gotten everything you could have out of high school. Whether you feel like you did or not, there’s no turning back.
We can’t rewind time, and take what we learned with us to start over. We move forward and make the best of what we do have. Because you’ll never be able to enroll yourself in high school ever again. We’re done. It’s over. But when you really think about it, it’s not really over for us. It has only just begun.
Congratulations Seniors.
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