b will be touching base with barkingdog readers throughout the year to let us know what the last year of high school is all about.
Grade 12
I am really trying to make the most of this year. My grade 12 year, my last year in high school. I don’t know whether to fear those words, or embrace them. But I know I can’t run from time, no matter how much I may ever want to, because even though I could live in a moment forever, the clock keeps on ticking. I guess it’s a good thing I don’t have an option, because if it were up to me, I think I would stay seventeen forever.
I’ve seen a lot this year so far. I’ve seen friends eating lunch together, and I’ve seen them fight. I’ve seen couples sitting close by their lockers, and I’ve seen them breakup. I’ve seen so many smiles, tears, bright eyes and lit up faces, the odds of me walking on water are greater than possibly keeping track. I’ve been there, too. I’ve been single, had boyfriends, high hopes, and a heavy heart, on and off all throughout the year. I wouldn’t erase two seconds, not a single moment. Good or bad, I always learned something.
My friends are going to be everything this year, and as horrible as it may sound, my schoolwork has already became runner up. My grades aren’t suffering, though. My sleeping habits on the other hand, are. I would much rather be with my friends, hanging out around town, watching movies, going to the mall, or even just sitting together and talking. I could handle coming home at 10:30, starting my homework at 11, and going to bed at 2. That appeals to me much more than coming home right after school, only to continue with homework, going out for an hour after dinner and being in bed by 10. Sleep is something I can get back, I’ve got memories to make and better things to do than dream of fairies and chocolate.
Everywhere I go I make sure my camera is only an arms length away. I burned memories onto paper and my computer screen. Sometimes my batteries have died, but I guess that’s life. Things aren’t always how we plan them to be, and we’ve got to make due with what we’ve got. So what if my friend couldn’t hang out that one day I really wanted to see them. I made other plans and saw them the next day. So what if I don’t want to grow up. I’m going to whether I like it or not, and I’m going to make the best of it. So what if my batteries died. The memories never will.
I can’t believe this is it. So many endings to a whole new world of beginnings. It’s weird to think about. How we have to go on and makes lives for ourselves after thriving off of what everyone else has been able to provide for us until now. I know that it’s going to be up to me to stay in touch with my best friends, and I won’t be able to see them an almost guaranteed five days out of every week. I don’t know if I’m up to it, but I know I’ve got to try my damned best. It’s kind of sad, how the year is only one quarter of the way done, and I know I’m already looking at the end. I hope I’m not the only one. I know some people that plan on jumping blindly off a cliff and into their future after graduation, and some that have had their map drawn up since grade nine.
There are still a lot of things I’m looking forward to this year, and sometimes knowing that these are my last chances brings me down, but not enough to stop living it as much as possible. Prom is going to be amazing. Graduation is going to be tear-filled. Everything else along the way is going to be good enough for me. Sure, this is the end. But it’s also the beginning. ——b