“I Don’t Have A Title”
By: Lauren Duche
Advertising Editor
“The best years of our lives.”
Everyone told me that high school is supposed to be the best time of my life. I heard it as I walked through those doors on my very first day. You’ll never forget your first homecoming. You’ll never forget your last Friday night football game. You’ll never forget the smell of freshly sharpened pencils on the first day of each new year.
During these years, you’re supposed to make your fondest memories. Meet your best friends for life. Figure out what you want to do for the rest of your life.
It sounds so wonderful doesn’t it? It sounds so amazing, in fact, that every kid dreams and longs for the day they can finally be in the big kid school. They look so far ahead they’re living for the future and not in the moment.
The truth is, unfortunately, high school is far from glamorous.
I’ve gone through all four years. I’m graduating in just a few days, and I refuse to believe that these will be the best four years of my life. I don’t remember anything about my first homecoming, and the only thing I remember from my last football game was that I was miserable because November in Richmond, Michigan is beyond freezing. I walked in with a large group of acquaintances I had throughout middle school and I’m walking out without any of them.
You don’t walk out of high school with the same people you walk in with, that’s a promise. I’ve met some really great people, but I’m also not naïve to think that after we graduate and go our separate ways that we’ll keep in touch.
Maybe. But who knows?
High school was supposed to be the best four years of my life, but I wish I would’ve made my time in middle school count because let me tell you those were the days. The only worry I had was which juice my mom brought back from the grocery store. I don’t know why anyone would look forward to writing a 20 page final, taking the SATs or applying for college after college with everyone breathing down your neck telling you have to know what you want to do with the rest of your life.
Actually, I do know why. It’s because everyone tells you how amazing it’s going to be. “The best four years of your life,” they’ll say with a smile.
Don’t believe it.
I’m not trying to say that high school is bad, because that’s not true either. These are the last few years you’ll be able to spend without having to worry about bills, mortgages, and student debt.
You can do alright if you forget to study for that anatomy test on Monday. So go to homecoming. Go to that football game in the freezing cold with whatever friends you have. And have fun, but don’t believe that those will be the best times of your life.
The best times of our lives have yet to come. The day you graduate college and venture out into the real world all by yourself for the very first time. The day you finally land a job with the degree you worked so hard to earn. The day you purchase your first apartment. The day you decide to get married. The day you decide you want a dog and you go out and get one. The day you have your first child. The day you wake up on a sunny Saturday morning and realize all of your hard work has been worth it and you’re finally happy. When you’re finally where you want to be.
Those will be the best years of our lives.
By: Lauren Duche
Advertising Editor
“The best years of our lives.”
Everyone told me that high school is supposed to be the best time of my life. I heard it as I walked through those doors on my very first day. You’ll never forget your first homecoming. You’ll never forget your last Friday night football game. You’ll never forget the smell of freshly sharpened pencils on the first day of each new year.
During these years, you’re supposed to make your fondest memories. Meet your best friends for life. Figure out what you want to do for the rest of your life.
It sounds so wonderful doesn’t it? It sounds so amazing, in fact, that every kid dreams and longs for the day they can finally be in the big kid school. They look so far ahead they’re living for the future and not in the moment.
The truth is, unfortunately, high school is far from glamorous.
I’ve gone through all four years. I’m graduating in just a few days, and I refuse to believe that these will be the best four years of my life. I don’t remember anything about my first homecoming, and the only thing I remember from my last football game was that I was miserable because November in Richmond, Michigan is beyond freezing. I walked in with a large group of acquaintances I had throughout middle school and I’m walking out without any of them.
You don’t walk out of high school with the same people you walk in with, that’s a promise. I’ve met some really great people, but I’m also not naïve to think that after we graduate and go our separate ways that we’ll keep in touch.
Maybe. But who knows?
High school was supposed to be the best four years of my life, but I wish I would’ve made my time in middle school count because let me tell you those were the days. The only worry I had was which juice my mom brought back from the grocery store. I don’t know why anyone would look forward to writing a 20 page final, taking the SATs or applying for college after college with everyone breathing down your neck telling you have to know what you want to do with the rest of your life.
Actually, I do know why. It’s because everyone tells you how amazing it’s going to be. “The best four years of your life,” they’ll say with a smile.
Don’t believe it.
I’m not trying to say that high school is bad, because that’s not true either. These are the last few years you’ll be able to spend without having to worry about bills, mortgages, and student debt.
You can do alright if you forget to study for that anatomy test on Monday. So go to homecoming. Go to that football game in the freezing cold with whatever friends you have. And have fun, but don’t believe that those will be the best times of your life.
The best times of our lives have yet to come. The day you graduate college and venture out into the real world all by yourself for the very first time. The day you finally land a job with the degree you worked so hard to earn. The day you purchase your first apartment. The day you decide to get married. The day you decide you want a dog and you go out and get one. The day you have your first child. The day you wake up on a sunny Saturday morning and realize all of your hard work has been worth it and you’re finally happy. When you’re finally where you want to be.
Those will be the best years of our lives.