You know, in the midst of all the endings, our lives are just beginning. Everything so far this year has been labeled as our ‘last’. Our last first day, our last homecoming week. But in order to progress, some of the things we find familiar have to end. Most of the adults I know describe highschool as the best 4 years of their life. And I don’t want to reflect on these years, especially senior year, thinking of how unappreciative I felt. The people I’m surrounded by daily will be gone in a few months, all progressing in their own direction. These familiar environments, the familiar pre-planned routines, we consider them to be life at the moment but months from this moment responsibility is going to dangle from our heads like our graduation tassles and we’ll finally realize that highschool routines are only preparation for the real world routines we’ll soon set for ourselves. 

Until then, I’m appreciating everyday I trek through those halls in boredom.