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Spokane, Washington  Est. May 19, 1883

Times to remember

Krista Aspaas Mt. Spokane High School

Time. This one word encompasses a great amount of meaning – especially for the class of 2005. As our senior class excitedly counted down the days until graduation, we began to realize time was passing fast and our lives were changing too quickly.

As freshmen, the senior year appears only in the distant future. Today, as seniors, we struggle to enjoy each minute, while the future stands immediately before us. The inevitable passage of our lives takes with it memories of family and friends who have left an impression on our past and will have an impact upon our futures.

I vividly remember my first day of kindergarten, sitting in a circle on the carpet, waiting for someone to approach me – not knowing what to expect. This remained a time when recess and snack time were more important than homework and grades. We all get flashbacks from middle school. Girls passed notes folded in the shape of arrows or houses, concealing secrets that couldn’t wait until class was dismissed.

More recent memories also flood my thoughts. I will never forget coming back from two games to zero in our volleyball match, qualifying us for the playoffs. High school sports provide many of the seniors with a new sense of confidence and lasting friendships. Impressive memories such as these withstand the decay of time. They help us to understand the impact of childhood and lay a foundation for the choices that must be made in the future. The class of 2005 will be faced with challenges in which we must rely on past experiences and relationships in order to overcome new obstacles.

In three short months, many of us will be in a new town, surrounded by unfamiliar faces and a new frightening feeling of independence. We are excited and uncertain about theses changes. While the hours between childhood and adulthood blend together, becoming indistinguishable, we realize that the “real world” becomes a reality and the halls of high school become only a memory.

As we become saddened by the passage of time with friends and family, we look forward to a new phase of our lives, in which we hope time will pass by more slowly, allowing us to create new memories.