To be completely honest I’m not quite sure where to start. This is quite shocking really, coming from the person who’s always had a plan or some sort of course of action. I suppose I’m struggling to find a place to start because the ending turned out a lot different than expected. Thank you, COVID-19.

High school was never really one definite thing for me, but rather this odd amorphous being that was constantly shifting around me. I entered freshman year with what I believed to be a solid plan that I could follow for the entirety of my four years. Everything would happen according to plan and high school would be a breeze, right? 

Wrong. 

That plan lasted for about half a year, give or take a month or two. That wasn’t fun but what else was there to do but make more plans?

Needless to say my younger self did not quite learn that high school could not simply be planned out until about junior year, give or take a month or two. At this point I began to accept high school in all its amorphous glory. Once I did that it seemed like everything started to fall into place. 

I finally discovered my passions in life and the truths that I want to fight for for the rest of my life. I found my friends, the ones who fill my life with laughter and support and make saying goodbye hard. I got involved in things, things that I genuinely enjoy. I realized that not everything in life is attainable, but working hard for things regardless will always yield success. 

If I had to describe high school using an analogy, I’d say high school is like a novel. A novel that the author has been working on for years and still can’t seem to finish. And not because the author isn’t good enough to finish, but because she keeps changing her mind about how she wants the story to go. Yes, high school is a novel that’s under continuous editing and reconstruction. The same goes for the students at the high school. 

High school is good for a lot of things, but most importantly it’s good for helping you discover yourself, or at least for getting a rough idea of who you want to become. In the end, high school isn’t even a real ‘ending’ for you; it’s just a milestone for you to look back on as you progress through life. It’s a reminder of who you once were and who you want to be, two things you must never forget. 

After four long years I’m glad to say I’m done, but my story is only just getting started. Rather than sit here and label this as ‘The End,’ I think I’ll take a break and tell everyone it’s still a work in progress.