Can't believe it, it's finally over - high school, that is. I mean, it all happened so fast. No more immature boys, no more girl drama, no more stupid teachers, no more getting in trouble for walking in late to class, no more high school. It's all I ever wanted, what else could I have asked for? It wasn't until I was climbing that stage, reaching out, and taking my diploma cover that it hit me: I wanted to start high school all over. I felt tears prickling the corners of my eyes, I felt my body ache, and suddenly I felt light headed up there. People clapped for me, my family (well my mom & my aunt) cried for me because they were so proud of me, but I wasn't. I mean sure I graduated successfully, with good grades, but I wasn't involved. I wasn't that kid who was in a bunch of clubs (I wasn't even in one), nor did I go to prom. I didn't even take my senior picture (claiming that I didn't care if I was in the yearbook or not.) But when yearbooks came in and out of hundreds of pictures & pages, there was yet to be one of me. It was almost as if I never existed. If it wasn't for the signatures in the back of my book, then I'd feel invisible. At least I made some friends, important friends, friends who made me who I am today. For all those who are still in high school, live it. For those who lost the chance like myself, well, there is still college.
Carpe diem
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