9-12 Reflections

High School, the four fastest years of your whole life. I walked in to school as a little freshman with a locker full of pictures of the friends that I thought that I would stick with forever. As a freshman your instantly hated, no one can even disagree with that. I started Cheerleading over the summer and became friends with some upperclassmen. Growing up I’ve always been attracted to the older crowd. The first day of freshman year, I got lost. Everyone’s worst nightmare. Now that I look back on it, I laugh because Alden is such a small school I don’t even know how I got lost. Funny thing is, a Senior walked me to my locker. Freshman year was an emotional rollercoaster. It was like a stereotypical worst year of your life ever. I went through so many things freshman year but then it all ended. I watched the seniors leave and then I grew another year and was able to wear green as a sophomore. 10^th grade was really my turning point in my life. I learned that not everyone is going to be true to you. People will talk about you, but you can’t do anything about it. You have to do you, and they’ll do them. I really believe sophomore year was my favorite year of high school. I experienced so many things that helped me become the person I am today. Once again, I watched the seniors walk the stage and I moved up another step into Junior year, the ugliest color, yellow. I really hated wearing yellow because my hair is yellow but that’s beside the point. Junior year was weird. I became such good friends with the class above me. It sucked watching them leave, that was on graduation that hit home a little. I knew it would be me next year. Senior year came, four years later and it finally started. Now I’m sitting in English 12 typing about all 13 years of my life here at Alden. Senior year was full of lasts. As a lot of people know me, I’m very emotional. Everything will hit home when I walk the stage, leaving the people in grew up with for 13 years is going to suck. Some of the people that we only see walking down the halls, we might never see again. As much as we all say we hate one another, were all going to miss each other. As our final days come to an end, I wouldn’t have rather grew up and made all these memories with anyone else other than the class of 2017.