I’ve been thinking about my high school graduation since I was 7 years old. I’m not kidding.
I remember it so clearly– the day I realized that I too would eventually finish high school. It was December 4th, 2008, and I was watching High School Musical 3 for the first time (lmk why I remember the exact date I saw HSM3 🤦🏻♀️)
I obviously always knew that high school would end, but it was the first time I saw the emotion behind what that means. So as I sat there in my HSM t shirt, silently praying that my husband would be exactly like Troy Bolton, I also began to think about what leaving high school would mean for me.
High school was dance parties at lunch. It was donuts for breakfast and decorating the halls at Christmas. It was spring afternoons on the Great Lawn and playing Club Penguin. High school meant napping on tables and running through the rain at retreats. It was filming french projects in the stairways and taking the Metro North. Braiding each others hair, playing christmas carols year round in the music lab, spending every day with my best friends in the whole world– that is what high school was. And leaving high school meant leaving all that behind.
My high school experience was in no way normal or traditional, but it was one heck of a good time.
I love my school and I love my class. Thankful for every moment.
Falcons Fly Higher 💚
All the love.
Popping back in to show you how extra we are. Yep. That’s all. K bye!