24 May 2008
♥ it was the best of times, it was the worst of times.
This is my last post of high school, and there are a few things I need to say before I can move on. I don't think that moving on will be easy, but I guess we've been through worse. There are things I'll never forget about completely, and there are probably things that I already have. But in any case, I think the most important thing to remember when I find myself feeling a little nostalgic is this: I don't regret any of it, not one single minute.
I don't regret dating, even though some turned out to be assholes. I don't regret falling in love, even though having my heart broken was the hardest thing I've ever had to go through. I don't regret IB, even though there were nights I didn't think I'd make it out alive. I don't regret the friends I've made (despite the fights we've had), or the nights I stayed out late, or the times I ditched class to do something way more fun.
I don't regret any of it because even though some--in fact, much--of it ended in disaster, that's what high school is about. I know it's a cliche, but making mistakes is how we learn. I learned how to spot a jerk a mile away, I learned not to let people be reckless with my heart, I learned how to study hard (or not, and still make the grade--thanks IB!), how to maintain a friendship that really matters, how to apologize and mean it, how to manage my time, how to have fun.
High school brought with it some of the crappiest times of my life, and also some of the most fantastic. I have met some people I will never forget, for better and for worse. It wasn't always normal or functional or worth writing about; in fact, most of it, like graduation day itself, has been bittersweet. I wouldn't have it any other way.
I don't regret dating, even though some turned out to be assholes. I don't regret falling in love, even though having my heart broken was the hardest thing I've ever had to go through. I don't regret IB, even though there were nights I didn't think I'd make it out alive. I don't regret the friends I've made (despite the fights we've had), or the nights I stayed out late, or the times I ditched class to do something way more fun.
I don't regret any of it because even though some--in fact, much--of it ended in disaster, that's what high school is about. I know it's a cliche, but making mistakes is how we learn. I learned how to spot a jerk a mile away, I learned not to let people be reckless with my heart, I learned how to study hard (or not, and still make the grade--thanks IB!), how to maintain a friendship that really matters, how to apologize and mean it, how to manage my time, how to have fun.
High school brought with it some of the crappiest times of my life, and also some of the most fantastic. I have met some people I will never forget, for better and for worse. It wasn't always normal or functional or worth writing about; in fact, most of it, like graduation day itself, has been bittersweet. I wouldn't have it any other way.
5/24/2008
