Our Lasts

 This I have learned: time moves way faster than it feels like in the moment. At the start of senior year, everything felt like it would last forever like, classes, practices, hanging out with friends after school. But now, with graduation right around the corner, I keep thinking about how many “lasts” are happening without me even noticing. One day it’s just a regular Tuesday, and the next, it’s the last time you walk through those hallways as a student. I’ve learned that it's not the big events, like prom or homecoming, that stay with you the most. It’s the little stuff: inside jokes during class, the random late-night drives, those quiet moments in the parking lot when you realize life’s about to change.

This year, I’ve come to believe that it’s okay not to have everything figured out. For so long, it felt like I needed a plan or a perfect idea of who I was going to be. But between all the ups and downs, I’ve realized that nobody really has it all together, and that’s kind of the point. What matters more is being open—to new people, new experiences, even failure. I want to remember the conversations that made me think differently, the teachers who treated us like real people, and the times I took risks even when I was unsure. What speaks truth to me now is that growth isn’t always loud or obvious—it’s in the small ways you show up, for others and for yourself. That’s what I’m taking with me from this class, and my high school journey.

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