“I hate school.”
I say that basically everyday and although it’s true, I hate to give a farewell. I can’t imagine saying goodbye to some of my favorite aspects of school.
The cafeteria’s orange chicken? I can absolutely not say goodbye. I’ll forever love that mystery meat. Small things such as what’s for lunch (maybe I’m just a big back) is what has made my high school experience tolerable. I’d hate to put my teachers, classmates, and family in the same category as orange chicken, but for this story I will do so.
I’m glad to say that all the teachers I’ve had here at Selma High have been amazing. Two that stick out are Mrs. Chambers, and Mrs. Tackett. Fortunately I was able to call Mrs. K. Chambers, my teacher for three years. Through her I was able to realize that I don’t hate science, I just didn’t understand it before. Her classroom alongside the whole FFA program has given me the skills and knowledge to prepare me for adulthood, not just college. And thank you to Mrs. Tackett who helped me regain some love for math. I say some because trigonometry has me the way AP Euro had me sophmore year (so not too much). But managing to make me like something again, even a slight bit, is talent.
Farewell, to all my classmates. Even those I talked to once. I probably won’t see most of you after we graduate but I wish y’all the best. May y’all be granted everything you aspired to be and attain. I just want to say some of you got on my nerves when y’all would stand in the middle of the hallways, but that habit was luckily lost as we got older. P.S when any of y’all get married please invite me to the weddings.
Last but not least, my parents. I will be going to college here locally so this isn’t no goodbye. This is the end of an era. The era where I finally understood those “talks” my mother would always give me. “No digas payasadas” (Don’t say such nonsense) is the main response I would get from my mom when I would tell her I hate school and want to drop out. Yes, I was exaggerating, but I get so much comfort from my parents motivating me to work hard. I often forget how hard they work to give me the opportunity to simply go to school. Throughout my whole life, I accompanied my parents to their work on weekends, summer and winter breaks. It was field work, often consisting of picking some kind of produce. I will shamelessly say that I sometimes BARELY made it through the work day. First handedly experiencing the hard work that my parents have to constantly endure made me appreciate the “easy” task of attending school. So if you ever feel like dropping out, just go work in the fields for 8 hours under the California sun.
I may have just said a whole bunch of nothing, but at least take with you the idea of not dropping out. Finish high school and make it the most memorable you can. Whatever y’all do after graduating is none of my business, but regardless I wish you all the best. May life continue like another walk in the halls.
