thelastdaysofhighschool

Janis Lopez

There are only a few months left of my high school career and already the stress is hanging above me, waiting for the perfect moment to come plummeting down on my life, yet I can not keep from imagining my last days of senior year as an high school student.

In these remaining days will surround me with unintelligible emotions. Anxiously I will wait for a response from those universities I applied to. I will attend church every weekend and wish and pray with all my soul that I be accepted to any school. Considering this, I will lay in my bed, restless every night, with doubt teasing my mind. My anxiety for a response from colleges will only be one-tenth of my dilemmas. I will then have to worry over my financial problems. I suppose I will need to find a job and save money for college and my senior year school activities, such as my class ring, prom, and other high school expenses. Then, for a few days I will probably receive a satisfying break. I will attend prom and forget, for at least for those few hours, of my aching life. Not long after prom, I will begin to cram for my upcoming AP exams. All this work will be compiled in destroying me.

School work and finals will enjoy afflicting me even further. My heart will flutter as graduation day approaches, overwhelming me with anguish. I will begin to mourn for those high school friendships that I will lose after graduation. Regret will fill my days. Lament for those I hurt and never apologized, for never giving my peers a chance to know them, for not showing a friendly smile to a familiar stranger and not appreciating every day of my high school career.

Brian Bennett

The last days of our high school careers should not be met with anxiety or fear but with ambition and curiosity for the future. This may be the end of our adolescent era, but it is just the beginning of our lives. Graduation is an emotional time, heartbreaking for some yet anticipated for others. I, however, plan on keeping a clear head, not worrying about the unknown, but hoping for many adventurous years.

College days are where individuals are put to the test and where dreams are fulfilled. Life is meant for the strong and the dedicated and college will bring out the best in students. Instead of looking to the past, I choose to look ahead to my career and pursue this goal. I will do my best to fulfill my dreams and live to my potential.  Errors will be made, but these too will only help to build my future and gain life experience. 

In the words of Winston Churchill: “Don’t take No for an answer. Never submit to failure. Do not be fobbed off with mere personal success or acceptance. You will make all kinds of mistakes; but as long as you are generous and true, and also fierce, you cannot hurt the world."

Berni Aguirre

As a senior I wake up everyday knowing that it brings me closer to the culmination of four years in high school that have brought joy and times were honestly I wanted to rip the hair out of my head from the stress. Nevertheless I would not change any of those moment because along with those stressful moments are the ones of joy I have spent with my friends.

As I approach graduation, there are times when I want time to stop, to enjoy my last days in high school before the stress of college engulfs my life. Even with the upcoming stress that I know college will bring, my mind is plague with the thought of which colleges will accept me, and when I arrive home I ravage through the mail looking for any letters either of rejection or acceptation  because any information is better than living in this limbo of uncertainty.

As the last days of school approach there is a melancholy that lingers in the air with the thought of probably never again seeing those friends that have been made through out the years brings nothing but misery.

Brian Camargo

Some refer to high school as the cliché “best days of your life”, but the last days of high school will only provide me with a glorious ending to an extended nightmare.

I will walk down the filthy halls for the last time; not filthy in a, the janitor has not been efficient filthy, but a filth dripping with sciolism and broken dreams. Fragmented passion scattered about each classroom down the hall – warriors of knowledge who enter the arena to skirmish against ignorance everyday. As I progress through the hallways I will disregard the nameless faces of my peers that I’m positive have a story and each story is as mundane, dull and repetitive as the rest.

When I open the doors to the hallways, I would be at ease, if only for a second until I realize that escaping this place has only opened the floodgates for this ignorant wave to infect the future; each remnant of this wave will generate a new tide, and I am left to anticipate a sort of rapture as I step foot off of this campus.

Timothy Bock

In the last days of high school there seems to be a sense of anxiousness in the air. As if stress was oxygen. This energy there not built up from academics but rather from looking ahead.

We are no longer children, in a mind-set where our parents hold our hands. Yet adulthood remains a short distance away. Responsibility is no longer like a telemarketer that we can dodge by simply hanging-up; it now becomes what we must embrace.

Acceptance letters become the sole concern for checking the mail and these precious golden tickets, upon receiving them, can either be a shot of adrenaline straight to the heart or a flat-line of our dreams.
The individuals, events and experiences that shape our lives come more often to memory and we begin to appreciate their unorthodox methods and exhortations on why procrastination is forbidden.

In our last days of high school, we find that these are the hours that shape who we will be and what our role will be in the grand musical of human existence.

Elisa Reyes

The last days of high school are difficult. Between being weighed down with assignments to the relief that it’s finally over, the time can pass in a blink. That’s when we start to miss it: the familiarity, the friends, and even the seemingly endless school days; the last days of school are an emotional and bittersweet blur.

There are things that we don’t realize that we’ll miss until they are gone. As summer approaches, the seniors begin to prepare for the real world. Of course, there are tears: for the friends you’ll miss or the boyfriend who must stay behind. When we become seniors, we realize that time is short, and suddenly it takes off at lightning speed; before we know it, we’re walking across the stage to receive our diploma.
The end of high school is the beginning of a new life.

Those last days force us to grow up and prepare to be thrown into the real world like so many leaves into a swift-moving stream. Those last days are difficult, but when we look back, we will see how the friends, and the tears, helped to shape us into the successful adults we are bound to become.

Samantha Aldana

I have nearly disengaged from life completely. While others in the surrounding environment maintain themselves as they have always been, I find myself loosening my grip on certain aspects and clenching even tighter onto the two most important factors remaining in my disintegrating life; dance and the quietly captivating boyfriend.

I can imagine it now, the hectic scene of soon to be former classmates rifling through pieces of mail, eager for the permission needed to continue forth towards their precisely planned lives.  Classrooms everywhere will painstakingly bear witness to the atrocity of false promises rolling off tongues and crashing head first into the dark, engulfing floors. Tears will flow freely, transporting cherished memories. Now me, I am not going to cry. I am not going to burden myself with the replaying of past occurrences. I will not retain water eager to begin its flowing course, but instead harbor piercing worries.

I cannot say what the last days will be like exactly, as I do not know, and honestly, I do not want to concern myself with those thoughts. All I know is that school is reaching its abrupt end, and many are going to be in for a rude awakening.

Alfonso Solis

I stand in the whirlpool of the inequities of a desolate world, its ruined face calling for the abortion of the mind; grinning at me with its sinister peculiarities that casts me at the threshold of maturity. No longer able to cherish its lustrous light, the dancing days of youth swirl into the air becoming nothing more than fading memories. Seventeen years have roared through me, bringing the yellow, sickly feeling of stagnation; the days converging into one long continuous blur.

The weight of the world clashes with the fiery passion that incinerates my heart in a flutter of ambitious fury, but as the object of desire loses its luster, the flames become extinguished leaving the ashes of a lost youth. We have become bounded to the mechanism that chains us down, raping our mind and casting our soul away. As the line draws near, I can feel the vile fog descend upon me, enshrouding me in its deadly mysteries. With no absolute truths and morality sunken, one can only rue the day they passed the line of convergence and into a deluded land, wishing that their pleas of returning to the paradise of youth and innocence be answered.

Tonia Hoyt

 

My countdown began junior year, when my Dad passed away. It was sudden and unexpected. This forced me to quickly realize the fragility of life. It was from that point on that I decided to live everyday not only as if it were my last day of high school, but as if it were the last day of my life.

I try my hardest to take my own advice and not think about my regrets in regards to the past, but instead focus on what I can do to seize the present. I will not wait until graduation day to tell my friends how much they mean to me, because I cannot be certain I will make it to graduation.

Some might consider my views somber, but nobody has the right to criticize someone else’s values unless they have shared the same experiences.  It is the series of events that have made me who I am today, and because of that I am proud to declare I have chosen to spend my last days of high school seizing the present, because I cannot be sure what my future holds.