Four years ago we stepped into high school … individuals seeking to do well, to find our identity, to find our best friend. We opened our lockers for the first time, looked at our schedules, thought about how great it was to finally be in high school. Four years ago we met our best friend, we went to our first school dance, had a crush on a cute senior. Four years ago, we couldn't wait to get older
Three years ago we stepped into high school believing that we owned the place. No longer the lowly freshman, we had a new attitude. Still individuals searching for themselves, looking to fit in, wanting to achieve something. We followed our daily routines, expanded our circle of friends, and talked about parties. Three years ago we made a new best friend, went to sweet sixteen's every weekend, thought we were too mature for school dances. Three years ago we couldn't wait to get older.
Two years ago we became upper classman. We began to realize that we were growing up. We got our licenses, started driving out on weekends. Two years ago we realized who our true friends were and cherished the times we spent with them. We found where we fit in, yet still seemed to be looking for something else. Two years ago we started talking about college, thinking it was still so far away. We had our junior prom, got our rings, realized that time really does fly. But two years ago we still couldn't wait to get older.
year ago we entered the school as seniors. We had senioritis
before classes even resumed, we got to leave school early and come in
late. Everything we did was the last … our last homecoming pep rally,
our last season in a sport, our last birthday at home. One year ago we
took our time together for granted, we went to party after party on the
weekend, we rebelled, and we learned. One year ago, we still had the same
best friend and cherished time spent with them. We started applying to
college, far and near. We got accepted, we got rejected, we found exactly
where we wanted to go. We realized that we would no longer have the comfort
of home within a year.
In one year we will return as different people. We will have experienced dorm life, ate campus food, met new friends. We will have joined a club, maybe a sorority, done something new. In one year we will be new people. We will still be searching for our identity … to find our niche. We will have picked majors, changed majors, passed and failed at things we tried. In one year we will know more about ourselves and what we want to become. We will remember the past times and look fondly at the memories, although we will have created new memories. Yet one thing will still remain. In one year, we will still have that same best friend. Maybe since kindergarten, maybe since high school, maybe a college roommate. That person can be found in new friends and old. Without them, we would have nothing. Four years brought change. Friendship held us strong when things were shaky, in good times and bad, in laughter and tears, though boyfriends, bad grades, family problems, and love … our friends showed us that life was worth enjoying. With hem, we wanted to grow up so quickly. Now, they are the only ones with whom we will remain forever young.
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