Short about the last day of High School. I don’t know if this is really any good, but I think it’s true on some levels. If every school year is 180 days, and we’ve been here for 13 years, I figure that’s about 2340 days. I’m still working on the new website, and SoaMW, so stay tuned for news on that.
The last day. Up until the most recent weeks, school was never going to end, and they were never going to be rid of that place. Now, the mood was perhaps a bit more somber. It wasn’t the end of just the school year, of even of high school, but of everything that had come before. In ninth grade they were told that the “real world” was a frightening place, and now they were beginning the transition into it.
There were a slew of teachers throughout the years that each one of them individually wanted to return to and embrace or yell at because they were finally free, or at least, after tomorrow they would be. They wondered how to spend the afternoon. Would feel like any other lazy summer afternoon? Was early June too early to start mental preparations for the move to college, or should the bliss last as long as it could?
No one could decide if the happiness associated with graduation outweighed the more unfortunate reality that many of the people they had known their entire lives would never shake their hands again.
There was a day, one last day, to tell everyone exactly what they thought of each other, sign yearbooks, and share almost tearful goodbyes, because the sad truth of the matter was that most of these people would be gone forever. And that was that. It was the last day.