The time is here. The day I’ve been waiting for since elementary school is next month. I won’t lie and say I’m not scared because I am, but I think some jitters are ecstatic. I’ll be closing a chapter in my life and starting a new one on the same day. Going off to college and finally starting a piece of a career that will stay with me for a lifetime is enticing yet intimidating.
The biggest lesson I’ve learned in high school is to never take anything for granted. The years of high school fly by so fast; sometimes, it’s okay to stop and look at life. I remember looking back on freshman year; coming out of quarantine was rough. All my friends ended up at West Forsyth, while I, an introverted freshman, ended up at North. Looking back, it was a blessing in disguise. I met new people who have changed my world completely 180° to say, for lack of better words.
Also, being able to express myself freely is one of the perks of high school—not like middle school, where I had to formalize into someone I wasn’t. In high school, every person has their own friend group; no one truly cares who you are. In that case, I could join many clubs that piqued my interest, one of which was journalism.
Taking journalism as a class first caught my attention after Mrs.Younghouse recommended it to me. I was intrigued and thought it would be something new and exciting. The class overall has become beneficial in so many ways. I’ve learned how to become a team player, team leader (in certain situations) and, most importantly, time management. This year, I was grateful enough to be a co-design editor for the Literary Magazine, which was one of my most significant leadership accomplishments.
So, I thank high school, journalism and the friends I’ve made along the way. You were good to me and taught me many lifelong lessons. This has been one Raiderrific memory!
