We Fought the Valiant Fight, and We Won

However, the war is only beginning.

For the past couple of days, I have leisurely entered school and then casually left after the first period: it is the end of the year and I am able to depart after I do my remaining finals. For some, it may be a time of great glee after realizing that they are now seniors. For others, it is a time of limited happiness, knowing that they have to come back to the same place in about three-and-a-half months. But for the senior, it is different, at least for me.

There are those fellow upperclassmen who are looking forward to college such as myself for the newfound freedom and excitement. But there are also those who are truly going to miss high school not for the people, although that is quite a major aspect to consider, but rather for the feel of it. They are going to miss the easy-going mentality of the teachers, sense of community and pride, and lastly, conversations with your peers between classes.

I find myself identifying also with this second group of people.

High school is a place where I found out who I am and what I believe. And while these beliefs and this personality may change during college and the years following it, I know that I have found my base and I only hope to build from there. It's a place where we saw athletes take the basketball team to States, a place in which during its students' tenures friends had unforgettable weekends (and occasionally weekdays) with each other, and who could forget, where people fell in love.

I don't know what I'll miss most about high school, but I'm sure I'll realize on my first day of college.