Freshman year was slightly less awkward than eighth grade but still marked with zits and a cracking voice. Sophomore and junior years were simply a blur with large AP course loads.
Then there is senior year. Right now there is a knot in my stomach. I finally realize there are people I will never see again. I guess that my fear of the unknown manifests itself in the fear of the loss of friendship. But what really scares me is exactly what high school teaches – there are millions of ways of understanding our world. The infinite amount of information that we have been introduced to shows us the infinite possibilities of what we can achieve.
Part of me wants to find the rest of the information; the other half is scared and says, “Why go? Life is fun enough. You understand enough. Don’t leave this behind.”
I still progress into the void, scared and excited.