I Always Hated High School
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I always hated high school. Going to a catholic school in Cambridge, I always felt as though it was just a monumental waste of time. By senior year I was counting down the days until we would graduate and move on into the real world. My friends thought I was crazy. They never wanted to graduate. I wanted to get out and away, travel and see the world, while they had no desire to ever leave Cambridge. When May of senior year approached, my friends became uneasy. We were the class of 2010 and I was ecstatic to be graduating after years of tedious work, all for a piece of paper signifying my completion of those long four years. On the last day of classes, I threw a barbeque in my backyard to celebrate. My best friend Mikaela was the valedictorian and she was having trouble with her speech. “Just write about all the fun times weve had together,” I told her that day. “Like when we all skipped junior year to go to the beach and only the boys got in trouble for missing Coach Qs class.”
“That was hilarious,” my boyfriend Ray said, laughing. “Q was so pissed the next day.” Sitting around the picnic table, I can still remember my best friends reminiscing sadly on those four years. “Remember sophomore year when all the football players shaved their heads for thanksgiving?” my friend Asya asked.
“What about the weekend on Myopia hunt?” asked Mikeala.
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“Fuzzberries,” said Kyle, Mikaelas boyfriend. “We need to go back there this summer when my boss goes away.”
As my friends went on about our best (and worst) times, I drifted off into thoughts of the summer, college, and graduation. I had spent the last four years anticipating this day so much. I just wanted to get it over with. For them, graduation was a sad thing.
On the day of graduation, I was more than ready. Walking into the gym to line up and walk, I was grinning like a Cheshire cat. My friends were still reminiscing, something they had been doing a lot of lately, but I couldnt wait to have that diploma in my grip. “I dont understand how youre so excited about this,” Asya told me. “I dont really know if I want to graduate, but even freshman and sophomore years this is all youve been looking forward to.”
“I dont really know,” I told her. “I just never really wanted to be in high school. I had a lot of fun but Ive wanted to graduate and move on for as long as Ive been here.”
As the music began to play we filed into the auditorium. Cameras flashed and families beamed. We sat through a mass, the principal, and finally the guest speaker. I just wanted to get my diploma and leave. Finally they invited Mikaela to the stage.