Newsy Notes: A Somewhat Blurred ReflectionHey, I'm next.
By: Courtney Ellian , East High School
It’s so weird to think that in less than a month, I will be graduating. No more high school… ever (!)
Sounds nice, I know. Now, whenever I’m faced with a mountain of homework or the thought of looming final exams, I reassure myself with the extremely comforting fact that in less than thirty days, I will be rid of this wretched worry, this way-too-old routine.
The fact first hit me when I was sitting in choir. A’Cappella was practicing East’s alma mater, which we will sing at commencement. The words of that song really didn’t stir up anything in me, but the melody brought back the memory of last year’s commencement, where we younger A’Cappella kids sang it with the graduating members. Seeing them all in their caps and gowns, I thought, Hey, you’re next.
And almost a year later, here I am, all raring to get out of here. But I think, Hey, how could a year go by so fast?
Now, don’t you go thinking I’m getting all sentimental. Seriously, I’m not. I am so incredibly excited to leave high school, to venture out into the realm of new people, new opportunities, and… oddly enough, more hard work. I can’t wait to delve into my major and prepare myself for my career. And not seeing the same people every day is going to be refreshing. Life is looking pretty great from where I’m standing right now.
But where 95 percent of me is weary of this daily grind, there’s that incorrigible 5 percent that won’t leave — the fact that I genuinely enjoy school, and wow, I’m actually going to really miss it. Not to sound cheesy and philosophical, but I learned and grew a lot in the past four years. And what am I going to do without that familiar structure in my day?
I guess that this last year, my final hurrah, was spent mostly counting down the days until I finished. To be honest, I regret that. Maybe now the words to the alma mater could hold some meaning for me… and the rest of my class.
“To faculty and classmates
We bid you fond farewell,
Our banners fly, our hopes are high,
Our thoughts will always dwell,
Our memories dear will bring a tear,
We’ll often breathe a sigh,
We’ll ne’er regret, we’ll ne’er forget
Our own East High!”