I am Graduating from High School on Saturday.
And I've decided that I am pretty freaked out about it.
In both a good way and a bad way.
The Good:
And I've decided that I am pretty freaked out about it.
In both a good way and a bad way.
The Good:
I'm venturing off to College.
I'm making new friends.
No highschool Drama.
I'm making new friends.
No highschool Drama.
The Bad:
I'm away from home.
Away from close friends.
Thrown into the real world without much of a choice.
New College drama.
Away from close friends.
Thrown into the real world without much of a choice.
New College drama.
I don't really know how ready I am for this.
If I'm even ready at all.
I mean I broke down on my last day of school.
Right in the hallway.
Right after class, 3rd hour, Mr. Ulicny, Forensic Science.
He showed a movie that he made throughout the year.
It hit something.
He pointed it out, dead on, how serious things were and how I never realized it before.
Right in the hallway.
Right after class, 3rd hour, Mr. Ulicny, Forensic Science.
He showed a movie that he made throughout the year.
It hit something.
He pointed it out, dead on, how serious things were and how I never realized it before.
That was my last day of high school.
EVER.
That ment it was the last time I would:
See a lot of my friends, who were Juniors.
See the teachers who I've gotten to become good friends with.
Have that atmosphere of being surrounded by people who knew you.
See the teachers who I've gotten to become good friends with.
Have that atmosphere of being surrounded by people who knew you.
I had a lot of good memories this past year.
A LOT.
New friends.
New classes.
New crazy teachers. Who, I now know, can be the corniest person I have ever met. But he's one of the greatest. A fellow Cubs fan.
A good friend.
New friends.
New classes.
New crazy teachers. Who, I now know, can be the corniest person I have ever met. But he's one of the greatest. A fellow Cubs fan.
A good friend.
This was also the year I realized how cool, interesting, and sometimes geeky, teachers could really be.
There's Baumann and his obsession for L.O.S.T.
Bugni for his corny one-liners and whacky yet disturbing inventions.
Noller and his 'obsession' of Star Wars:
"May the Force be with you, NollerDa, always."
"Fear the love power of Yoda." - That was a good one too.
Ranger and his neighbor, Trucker Dan with that yelping dog he called the Po-po for two weeks in a row
Those stories were priceless and I miss Monday's Weekend Stories already.
There's Baumann and his obsession for L.O.S.T.
Bugni for his corny one-liners and whacky yet disturbing inventions.
Noller and his 'obsession' of Star Wars:
"May the Force be with you, NollerDa, always."
"Fear the love power of Yoda." - That was a good one too.
Ranger and his neighbor, Trucker Dan with that yelping dog he called the Po-po for two weeks in a row
Those stories were priceless and I miss Monday's Weekend Stories already.
Then there's my Spanish Class.
I made it to Honors Spanish IV and spent it with the greatest class imaginable.
Already, I miss that class and the people I shared it with.
I'll always remember Snr's stories and how us as a class now know:
He was in a Mexican Gang.
I made it to Honors Spanish IV and spent it with the greatest class imaginable.
Already, I miss that class and the people I shared it with.
I'll always remember Snr's stories and how us as a class now know:
He was in a Mexican Gang.
I am really greatful that I had that kind of Highschool experience. Surrounded by friends who I cared dearly for.
With teachers who made that experience worth it.
With teachers who made that experience worth it.
I'm really going to miss Highschool.
Really, really.
Really, really.
