As I near the final month of my high school career, I can’t help but feel conflicted. At times, I feel as if this will never end, and I wish longingly for the conclusion. During these times, I wish for summer, and I wish I could skip graduation and more people asking me what I plan to do next year. I feel the days drag on and the homework pile up. I am getting little sleep, and I just want summer.
But then, I take a step back, and I realize exactly how fast this has all gone. As I prepare for my final prom, my last time seeing these teachers, my last time in the school, I feel bad for wishing it away. I find myself warning my younger (freshman) sister the same way the adults always warned me: it goes by fast. Enjoy it while you can. I feel regretful for my complaints throughout the years because, in the end, the sun sets and rises again with a new day, so the bad times don't last forever.
Ultimately, high school has been a blessing. It has been a time of learning and developing into who I am. Each day in high school, I’ve grown closer to finding my true self. I still don’t know exactly where I am going, which is something I share with many in my class, so when adults ask what I am doing next year, I don’t have a great answer. But at least, with high school to help me, I know that I will end up where I need to be.