High school years carry full of memories that will follow me for rest of my life, either the good ones or the bad ones. I did many things for the first time throughout the four years. I played in a well-organized football team for the first time and won a state champion. I had my first kiss, and then I got dumped for the first time. I also got drunk for the first time at my own party. I cut a class first time in my sophomore year. I went to my first prom in my junior year. All this babbling about my first-times can go on and on, but the joy and the pain of these experiences have made my high school years memorable.

I am very blessed that I have made some lifetime friends during high school. Some of them graduated earlier, some of them will have one or two more years of high school, and some of them will walk down the graduation aisle with me, but I will keep in touch with many of them no matter where we end up. Furthermore, although I have made some enemies from broken friendships, I must say that they mean so much to me also because they let me see who I really am and I wish them luck when they move on in their lives.

As much as I want to get out of high school as soon as possible, I began to feel the sadness for leaving a place where I have spent the last four years of my life. High school is where I started the journey of my teenage life and it’s also probably a place where I end my adolescence and become a grown up. Leaving is part of the life and life moves on. I will just have to pack up my bags and go out to face the next step of my life journey.