Well, here it is: the last Wednesday GLOG post. Like Molly, I’ve spent a lot of time thinking of something to write about, wondering whether I should make it sentimental, sad, dramatic, etcetera, etcetera. I could talk about how my senior class has consumed over 80 pounds of congo bars, or the fact that we’ve spent over 500 days in class. I could go on and on about our achievements as a class, the amazing things people have done and/or going to do in the future, the places we are going to go. I could talk about the time I got lost in Beijing, China with Camden and Damian, or the time our class seran-wrapped Bingham Auditorium as a prank.
But I don’t want to make this post about any of those things.
Today was my last exam. I am officially done with high school classes, and in a few days I will have moved on from high school altogether. I guess now that I’m standing here at the end of the road, looking back through the years, I’m realizing that not only have I had the privilege of being apart of such an incredible group of people, but I’ve also had the privilege of watching them all grow up.
During Monday’s assembly we had the “four-year senior” assembly, where all of the four-year seniors have their freshman year pictures projected on the screen, alongside their senior year one. Some of the changes between the two pictures are shocking (and in some cases quite hilarious), whereas others are much less obvious. But I think we’ve all undergone the same amount of change and growth, regardless of what our pictures say.
People say growing up is a part of life, and I think that’s true. But I also believe that “growing up” doesn’t just happen in distinct “chunks” of time during our lives. I think we grow up every day, and I know I’ve grown a little more each day that I’ve spent at Gould, whether I realized it at the time or not. I was growing up the first time I walked into Bingham for my first morning assembly just as much as I will be tomorrow morning when I walk out of my last one. I was learning just as much from my first exam at Gould ever (Human Geography!) as I was today during my Calculus final. The growing and the learning I have experienced here is a continuum: it has been building and expanding since the moment I got here. I hope my classmates can look back on their time here and realize the same thing.
In less than 60 hours, I will be walking across the stage and receiving my diploma. I’ve heard a lot of people say that all of your time, energy, and growth in high school has brought you to that one moment. Here I disagree. I believe that each individual experience and growth prepares you for the next moment of growth and energy, not everything adding up to one big finale. We move and grow from one second to the next, and I think we do that so much that it becomes effortless and almost unnoticed. So I guess that’s the point behind this last post: to remind you that we are always living for the next moment.
When I walk across that stage on Saturday, and I hear my friends cheering and see my family smiling, I know that this isn’t just “the moment” it’s one of many left to come. After all, it’s all just apart of growing up.
Thank you everyone for an awesome year and to all you faithful GLOG readers: you’re the best!
(In the words of Porky Pig)
Th-th-th-th-that’s all folks!