Senior Year. That label is huge. Overwhelmingly huge. I can’t help but feel pressure to make this year extra special. Isn’t this the year when I’m supposed to be completely and totally cool, confident, and aloof? Isn’t this the year when it all changes, when all the junk that has made me generally dislike high school disappears? Not likely.
Usually I have a laundry list of goals that are going to make the school year better. “This year will be better because….” But this year, I can’t be bothered. What I’ve learned in five years of the same school, is that each year is more or less the same.
On the night before the first day of last school year, I freaked out. I was going out of my mind with worry. Who would I hang out with? What would my classes be like? What would be different?
This year, I have the answers. The same people I always hang out with. Boring, but manageable. Absolutely nothing. I guess you’d think I’ve become cynical about my high school years, but that’s not it at all. I’m just mentally ready to move on. I want to meet new people, go new places, and do new things. The same old, same old is always the same, and it’s gotten old. That’s not to say I’m going to trash my old friends and priorities as soon as graduation hits. I’ll just be making new ones.
So this year, when I inevitably have to write an essay on my goals for the year, I’m going to give just one. A simple goal that I’ve had for all my life:Be Happy.
This year, when I’m not working, I’ll be doing whatever makes me happy. If it’s not making me happy, I’m not bothering. If that means watching TV., going for a bike ride, or hanging out with friends, that’s what I’ll do. I won’t spend time worrying about what I look like, how I dress, or what people think of me. At this point, I’m just too tired to care.
So that’s it. My goal for the school year. It’s a general life goal that could mean anything from turning in my work on time and getting into a great college to stuffing my face full of Oreos and flirting with boys.
So bring it on senior year! I’m tackling everything head on. I’m going to be bolder and happier than ever before. And I surely hope that all those teachers, the ones expect a bubbly senior to come bouncing through their door with an essay full of responsible, studious goals, enjoy disappointment. When graduation comes, I’m gonna be grabbing my best friends, waving a quick goodbye, and swooping away so fast people won’t even catch the end of the, “See ya suckers!” that will be the permanent punctuation mark to my high school career.
Tashiana's the name, but you can call me Tashi. I've been a proud book addict since age four. When I'm not reading, you'll probably find me writing, hanging out with friends, obsessing over musicals, and enjoying the stressful wonderment that is my senior year of high school. You can find me at Taste Life Twice. Our CORA girl is amazing. Visit her often.