There’s a saying that goes “Goodbyes are not forever.”
Today I attended the senior graduation for my school. Never have I ever felt so depressed about seeing my friends leave. One by one, as I heard my friends’ names being called up to receive their diploma, the pit in my stomach began to grow emptier and more hollow. I just couldn’t believe it—these seniors were graduating and moving on with their lives. How could they accomplish such a feat? They had the possibility of never seeing each other again—how could they be smiling during this unhappy time? If you think about it, as a senior, you will never be able to wave or give your friends a little smile anymore as you pass them in the hallways. You won’t be able to attend the bomb a** dances nor assemblies nor be a part of school culture anymore. You’ll start from step one as a college freshmen. And that to me, is horrifying.
I guess in a way, I’m being selfish. I’ve met so many wonderful seniors this year that have made such a huge impact on my life and maybe that’s the reason why I feel so upset about them leaving. I won’t be able to see them in the hallways anymore, or physically go to them for advice. From now on, I’ll have to be more independent. Many of the ASB seniors this year have made me realize so many things, such as the fact that high school is a one in a lifetime opportunity and you better make the most out of it while you can. I can honestly say that as a freshman last year, I was so lost. I looked up to the upperclassmen for advice and I still do. Freshmen year I wasn’t involved in a single club or activity and I really whiled away my time, when I could’ve been doing something productive to help the school or community. When sophomore year rolled around, I joined more activities and clubs and the upperclassmen really guided me toward the path that I desired to follow. I respected and looked up to them—they were always so certain of themselves and willing to help. I pondered what I would do when they were gone, but that’s honestly something that’s going to make me stronger and develop into a person that I could be proud of.
I’ve learned so many things from my friends; I shouldn’t be sad about them leaving―I should be elated. What was important was the life lessons that they taught me. They’ve motivated me to be the best that I can by introducing me to things that I could do to make my experiences much more memorable. They put me back on my path when I was lost. If I really needed to, there was always social media where we could catch up and where I could ask for their advice and prior experiences.
In a way, I believe that many of the seniors don’t feel so bad about leaving high school because of the fact that they understand the inevitability of graduation. They’ve done all that they can in high school, and they’ve made their life so much better through their own sweat and tears. They might have had good friends during their high school career, but life is going to give them even greater friends. New experiences, new life, new friends, new start. Nervous, but optimistic is how I would describe them. They’re willing to try new things and I should try to also. They were probably in my same position when they were my age―lost, confused, scattered. But they found themselves as their senior year took its course, and I’m certain I will too.
Although “goodbyes” can be hard to accept, new “hellos” are what makes them easy to endure.
Best of luck to the Class of 2015. I hope I am able to impact someone the way you’ve impacted me one day.