I never imagined that this was what it would be like to be a senior. I spent all of my high school years waiting for this to come.
When I was a freshman, I looked up to the seniors as if they were so old, but now I look at myself and I’m not that old at all. When I had to go to school to take some standardized test while the seniors stayed at home sleeping, I couldn’t wait till that would be me. And now it is. Next week, while sophomores are taking the Competency Exam, I’ll be sleeping in. Ha!
Oh, but before you underclassmen start to hate me, I am reminded that it all evens out in the end. This year it was the ACT and SAT, which left my mind mushy and empty by the time the test was over. Studying for these tests took up a lot of my time during the first half of the school year. If it wasn’t that, it has been applications and scholarships and deadlines following me everywhere, strangling me with their dates. I heard that you should apply to seven schools, two “dream schools,” three match schools, and two safety schools. I applied to five, with only one dream school, three match schools, and one safety school. I have no idea where my path will lead me to by the time next school year starts. Right now, it really is up in the air.
I think most seniors would say the main thought constantly surging through our minds is the question of, “How long till I get out of here?” For some, “getting out of here” will simply mean no more entering those high school doors. For others, it will eventually mean a new city, state, or even country. Whatever it may be, we are looking forward to the future and to a new beginning of some sort.
A new mindset has also instilled in my brain, and I don’t know if anyone else has felt it. It’s the realization that all of the fighting and drama and complete craziness really wasn’t worth it, though it does make for a few funny stories now. I feel like I am going through the motions every day, waiting for something to come, living out another Monday, another Tuesday, another Friday, another week. Does that make sense? Probably not. Maybe that’s what happens when you become a senior, you stop making sense of things and just ramble. Ha-haeeI hope not.
There are still about four months left to make the best of my last high school year and I guess there’s not much I can do, because just as it has been doing, it’s going to whip by before you can grab a hold of it. Just as everyone used to tell me, I will soon be the one telling people, “Make it good, because it goes by fast.”
Raven Romero , a Robertson High School senior, is an intern with the Las Vegas Optic. She can be reached at she can be reached at