Graduation time for good-byes
Lately, for some odd reason, I feel like I’m getting too old too
fast. It seems like yesterday I was this scared freshman roaming
around trying to get through the high school chapter of my life.
It’s funny how life seems to suddenly pass you by.
Graduation time for good-byes
Lately, for some odd reason, I feel like I’m getting too old too fast. It seems like yesterday I was this scared freshman roaming around trying to get through the high school chapter of my life. It’s funny how life seems to suddenly pass you by.
Today, as I graduate high school, I come to realize that I am now going to embark on what it is my parents always talk about; life.
I once couldn’t wait to get out of high school, and now, I’m thinking I could go another year. But college isn’t too bad, is it? Different people, different atmosphere, different EVRYTHING! I’m going from the top of the food chain to the bottom within one year. College is a whole different ball game. Will I survive? Oh, I feel the anxiety attacks already. All night study sessions sound like fun. Even though the college life sounds thrilling, I don’t want to leave. Wait, what am I saying? I’m staying at home while I commute to San Jose State!
As I take this final walk, there are two people of the utmost importance that I need to thank. These are the two who put up with me, feed me, and take care of me. I normally call these fine people “mom and dad,” or “mommy and daddy” when I want something, or “mother and father” when I’m not too pleased with them. No matter what I call them, the name doesn’t change how I feel about them.
Every day I watch them raise a young teenager and a very young adult and I wonder, “will I be just as great of a parent when I have kids?” These are the two who have been to every dance recital, every talent show, and every show. These are the two who go to every one of their son’s baseball games, football games, and whatever other sport he decides to play. (My brother is what you would call a sports prodigy). I am thankful for these two people, even when I’m mad, or they’re mad. (When I hear my first and middle name, I know I’m in deep trouble). Thank you Mom, for being my best friend, and thank you Daddy, for being my rock.
So, this is a tribute to all of those who are so eager to get out. Don’t take life for granted and don’t sweat the small stuff. Life’s too short to dread over the past or the future. Senior year has been the trip of a lifetime. Some friends were lost, some new ones were gained, and tons of memories have been forever obtained. Remember what Natasha says, “Today is where your book begins; the rest is still unwritten.”
