Time to move on. This is the ending of a narrative, but the continuation of my life. Life has chosen me as a narrator. To tell the story of a story. How truly happy I am to graduate, but truly sad to leave Selma High. This is the time of the year where I guess I have to say goodbye.
I didn’t realize how quickly time could fly. I still remember the first day of high school, getting ready for a rally. Now I’m on my way out. This has been a stressful process, task after task, sleepless nights, exams, and a lot more. But everything has its positive side, such as good friendships with students, teachers, and staff. Not only at school, but at home too. I’d arrive home and find my mom waiting with dinner ready. I’m also grateful to her because, despite everything, her eyes never lost their hope and she’s always there for me. She’ll always be the most beautiful rose in the garden. And the same goes for my dad, because he’s the epitome of strength and hard work. And three angels in heaven watching over me and keeping me upright no matter what.
I am very grateful to each of my teachers; I have learned something good and beautiful from each of them. I’m truly going to miss Tina and I counting the times we would see each other around campus. The good mornings and smiles of staff. What remains are the memories. As I write this, my heart beats hard and my eyes water. It makes me so sad to write a farewell. I don’t know exactly what I should write, but I’m just writing from the heart. I write what my heart speaks to me. I have that lump in my throat that controls my feelings. It’s been an absolute pleasure being part of the Clarion team. Being in Clarion has made me realize a lot of things that I didn’t know I was able to do. Thank you to Mr. Castle for the opportunity to share my voice to Selma High. Clarion is not only where we write and plan a newspaper. Clarion is family, where we are there for each other and we make sure everyone around us feels welcome.
I feel very proud of myself because life has presented me with very difficult tests. But I still try to carry on as if nothing happened, and I think many people go through the same thing. I believe that if you don’t encourage yourself, who will? I always remember that I was born alone and I will die alone, so I don’t rely on anyone. So many memories and accomplishments. Sometimes I feel like life is going too fast and I need more time. My head was a “jouska,” a conversation I played in my head.
I’m having trouble writing right now, I don’t know how to express what I’m feeling, mixed emotions of happiness and sadness. I want to keep on writing a story, maybe not typing or handwriting it but by living it. Living a story is always going to be a challenge, a joyful experience, tears, and laughter. But living in the moment and accepting that everything happens for a reason, and recognizing that if something bad happens, it’s because something good will come. Having confidence and faith in yourself is the best thing you can have. It’s what I’ve learned the most: to have a strong and resilient heart, but also to have a generous and humble heart.
The wind brings me a voice that begins to converse about what my eyes read in the real world. And no, it’s not being crazy; it’s simply Jouska, the conversation within yourself that helps you realize reality. But in my case, it helps me by telling me a story from my own history .I just can’t wait to experience college and get going on becoming a lawyer, then become an FBI agent if my plans don’t change. I know it won’t be easy, but life’s hardships will make me stronger.
Sometimes in life we see things going up in fire, but like the Phoenix, we rise to become a bird of strength and determination, and soar.
