Day one was painful. I woke up at 6 am, sharp, because I thought I had a lot of things to accomplish before leaving my house at 7:20. I was wrong. By 6:20 I had picked out a respectable outfit, straightened my recently cut hair, done my make up, and made a gluten-free turkey sandwich. I spent an hour picking up 2 Advil and setting them down, refusing to succumb to my recently developed Ibuprofen addiction. After parking at a meter, I started my day with Pre-Calculus. I don't need to bore you with my academic strengths and weaknesses, but generally Math whizzes aren't blog writers. After Pre-Cal I had Physics, which at New Roads High School, is the hardest class one can possibly take. The teacher, however, is incredibly passionate. Its sweet to see a middle-aged man be brought to pure bliss explaining the distance dilemma. I'd repeat it but I honestly couldn't catch a word.
And the worst part is, after working 12 long and hard years to get to the top, I have to keep on going. This ain't easy street: Honors Spanish 6, Law and Society, Pre-Calculus, Physics, Honors English 4, and Journalism. I begged my college counselor to let me drop Spanish, in which she said the following, "it separates the mice from the gorilla." And the truth is, I feel like a mouse, a good portion of the time. But, to fulfill my dream of being a USC Trojan a year from now, I must comply with the System (captial S).
I will not waste both of our time by reminiscing on the past 12 years in grade schools, nor will I grow nostalgic for what "once was." I do want to say, however, how utterly weird it is to be graduating from a school this year that I am still "new" at. I hold my old high school near and dear to my heart and have mixed feelings about not finishing up what I started with the people I truly began it with. Here's to seniors everywhere (not citizens,) to the class of 2010
