It's the beginning of the year, but I've been thinking back on stuff and I figured I could write something at the beginning of the year and again at the end.
As the vast majority of you know, senior year in high school is the last year in high school. It's the same as other years in a lot of ways. Same teachers, same people, same place. The teachers said that our schedules would be easier this year than they were in our junior year. This was a blatant lie. I'm taking calculus, physics, research writing, distance learning, web design, economics... and a few other classes. And, while things haven't exactly been difficult so far, I see suffering in my future. Anyways, such is life. I'm not really too stressed about it.
I have mixed feelings about leaving high school. I'll miss my classmates, many of whom I've been with since kindergarten and I'll miss the small school atmosphere and knowing everyone and watching their quirky day-to-day actions. After all, this year will probably be the last year we see each other, at least for a very long time.
This is where the miracle of modern day technology comes in. As long as me and the person I wish to get in touch with both have access to a computer and the internet, we can talk, even face to face, thanks to applications like Skype. Also, most of us have cellphones, and, unless changed, those numbers will follow us wherever we go. Which is nice.
It's funny, really. To look back over the years and see where they've led me. The little boy I used to chase around the playground is now over 6 feet tall, strong and not scared of me at all. At least, not scared in the same sense. Another boy I met in kindergarten has become more than just another kid, to a funny and boisterous friend. The boy who went after me in first or second grade and pushed me over is the same boy I liked for 4 years before he drowned the summer between our freshman and sophomore years. The girl who I played with in kindergarten and all through to about 7th grade has dropped out of school and does drugs and lives with her boyfriend. Another girl I played with in kindergarten is still one of my closest friends and we still get along about the same as we ever did. I've seen classmates come and go and sometimes come back again. I've met new people, too. We've come a long way.
I've come a long way since entering high school. I opened a black market candy shop, which now has a loyal bunch of customers. Some of those customers are the little kids I talked about in the previous paragraph. I've made new friends and lost a couple. I've discovered that you can gain your own sort of power from being the quiet, smart kid in the back of class. I got a boyfriend, tried to keep things between us together for nearly a year, found I couldn't, and broke down a bit. That's not school related, though. I've discovered that I have strengths where there were none before and weaknesses I'd never tested out. I've discovered that I'm not only reasonably smart in the head, but I'm also very strong (for a girl) in the body, but that I still can't run to save my arse from hell. I've gotten a more womanly figure, too. Same scary eyebrows, though. I've become a bit more fashionable, as well. I've learned that, as the nickname "marshmallow woman" says, I'm forgiving to a fault... to a point. After that point is reached (and, believe me, it takes a lot), I seem to become extremely unforgiving. A bit of a monster, really. However, I think that if one person does enough to reach that point, they probably deserve the consequences. Also, I'm not easily phased. But I already knew that.
And this is a monkey...
