Looking around my first block business management class, I see four other juniors. And tomorrow there will be five students in the class. Five juniors to do work and talk for an hour and a half.
The rest of the class will be gone, out making memories and planning their lives. We five students will be stuck in school, waiting for our summer to arrive.
It’s sinking in. The seniors are gone; they won’t be back. Starting tomorrow, it’s our turn. It’s our time to shine. It’s the beginning of our senior year. Our time to start planning our lives and making memories.
It’s so exciting. It’s so sad. It’s so scary.
We get to have homecoming week one more time. It’s our turn for senior week. We get to have senior breakfast, lunch and dinner. We get our senior yearbook. And we get to be the top dog; everyone to look to us. And that’s exciting.
It’s our last year of high school. It’s our time to decide whether we are going to college or going straight into the work force. It’s our time to say goodbye to all the teachers who impacted our lives and all the friends we’ve loved. And that’s sad.
I realize the editors who lead us through such an amazing year of newspaper are gone. They are no longer here to hold our hands and tell how us how to do things. It’s in our hands now. And that’s scary.
It’s our chance to step up to the plate and take control. It’s our senior year and our turn to make it what we want.
