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swinging free

Isabella Veiga

Charleey Kaplan

I spent my days in middle school watching the high schoolers’ traipse around the school, physically and metaphorically looking up to them. Wishing and waiting on the days I was them wearing bright blue instead of Carolina and black instead of navy and then I woke up one morning in august of 2018 and I was them. I spent freshmen year wishing I could drive and be older, not boring underclassmen. Then I got my license and all I wanted was to be a senior, get all the senior privileges and the nice jackets, and win all the games at the pep rally. And now I am, not only am I a senior but I’m graduating and leaving for college in a month and a half. The cheesiest thing I’ve ever heard is high school flies and before you know it you’re leaving, but it really does. All I’ve wanted for these past four years is to be where I am now and now that I’m here all I wanted is to go back to when I wasn’t. The thought of my life truly beginning is one of the scariest and most exciting things I’ve ever felt and I can’t even process the notion that three months from now my life will look completely different. I’m going to go from walking into a school that I’ve been going to for seven years to a school that holds so many years to come. I’ve had some of the worst and best experiences of my life through this school and yes almost every second I don’t want to be sitting in a class learning about biology or statistics and silly things i claim ill never need in the real world but I know the minute I walk out those doors it’s all gonna hit me. I’m gonna miss the silly lessons and my teacher pulling popsicle sticks when nobody volunteers, I’m gonna miss meeting my friends in the hall when I’m bored, I’m gonna miss making jokes when I shouldn’t be talking and holding back my laugh with my friends during class, I’m gonna miss the pointless group projects that are just ane excuse to talk during class, I’m gonna miss my school friends that I never see outside of those doors, I’m gonna miss school naps, I’m gonna miss testing days and teachers giving out bags of candy to prepare us, and I’m even gonna miss the feeling of walking into the doors at the early hour of 7 AM and talking to my friends before the day starts. As excited as I am for this new chapter in my life and it’s all I’ve thought about and worked for these past four years, there are always going to be those moments where I remember my tenth-grade history teacher or think about the song my teacher made up to remember the three branches of government. Although it’s all coming to an end and I knew it would it’s still a surreal feeling that I never truly thought I would understand and now that it’s here and I’m going to my last classes and taking my last tests I can’t believe my sixth-grade self once yearned for this bittersweet feeling.