September 5, 2002: I enter the cardboard box known as Whitney High School. I am a scrawny, 4'10'', glasses-sporting scrub, and most of my friends are at Carmenita, the "cooler" school. As I walk down the halls, only one thought comes to mind:
The senior girls are pretty hot.
Okay, just kidding. That was only a small part of it. But anyways, to continue...constant bottom-locker trouble, Hutch food that could actually be considered "awesome," 7 whole classes to worry about...such were the highlights of this day.
And here we are. June 17, 2008. 6 years later. C/O 2008, our time has come. I am honestly not ready for this. Yes, I can say to everyone, "Why would you be sad? Graduation is EXCITING! Time to move on and leave this hellhole of a town that has nothing to do!" But deep down, I realize that at the same time, I'm leaving behind fantastic memories as well as wonderful underclassmen whom I've had the pleasure of getting to know these past few years. Yet, I do want to move on, and I'm sure that college life is surely going to rock.
Am I truly ready? The test begins in about 18 hours. *shudders*
More contemplation to come after the ceremony.
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