YEAR 2009: Let’s go!

Senior year. It’s the epitome of high school. This is the chance of make your mark and be remembered. We came in freshmens and are ending seniors; going from the weakest to strongest. But not me. I’m going to be starting a new school (i.e. newly built), having to make new friends, getting to know new teachers, having new classes. I’m not exactly sad like people expect me to be, but I’m not thrilled either. I guess part of me wanted to go to the new school. It’s a fresh start, something I’ve always thought about. I will miss my best friends, seeing as none of them will be in the new school with me. But that’s exactly my point. No one knows you exactly, its a time or reinvent yourself. I don’t think this is an unfortunate happening, I think this was mean to happen. Moving to this new school doesn’t mean that I’m completely breaking away from my old one. It’d be impossible. Just like a ribbon, no matter how you rip it apart, it’ll still be tied together, even by tiny strings.

But of course, with every ending comes a new beginning.