It’s true that high school goes by in the blink of an eye. It’s true that time flies when you’re having fun. You’ll look at your parents who are just thankful you made it, the underclassmen that envy you for being done, and that one administrator that made you wear sweatpants because your skirt was too short. You’ll remember all the laughs you shared, the arguments you’ve had, and the “group” projects you did by yourself. You’ll look out to see the people who helped make you who you are. In less than a month, were going to walk across a stage, look out in the crowd and see the same faces we’ve seen since we were in kindergarten: that boy you had a crush on in third grade, the girl that made fun of you for not wearing Abercrombie in fifth grade, the kid who you were blessed to sit by in freshman biology (because without his.”help” you wouldn’t have passed), the first boy who ever broke your heart, the best friend who helped you get over him, and that one kid you forgot even went here. In less than a month were going to eat our last ever crappy high school lunch, put in our last ever high school locker combination, take our last ever high school final, and take one last look at the high school halls we’ve walked for 720 days.
