College (11/1/2019)
In less than a year I won't be living at home anymore (probably). What's worse, none of my friends will be living anywhere close to me anymore either (most likely).
I probably won't even see a large majority of people from my school ever again.
I've probably written about this a lot before, but it's still an overwhelming feeling. So much has past in a time that feels so short yet so long, yet there is still so much left to go. Second semester has a lot in store for me, with my personal goals in smash, with the entire volleyball season, with school events like powderpuff, the senior game, prom, and of course, graduation.
I'm hoping to leave behind my legacy at this school. I know I'll be working hard to establish the Smash club along with the district wide smash league, as well passing on a part of myself in the bboy club. I can see tiny bits of the alumni's style in the way we dance, and I want to keep a lasting impression in the underclassmen.
And there's the people. I barely remember anyone from my elementary school, and it's scary to think that in a few years I won't remember many people from Lynbrook too. Everyone has different goals that they want with their future, and it's so sad that barely any of them will coincide with any of my goals. I want to go UCSD, but I doubt any of my friends will go there and I don't know if I'll make it there either.
When I was about to graduate middle school, a friend of mine mentioned that he heard that high-school would be filled with "lost friends." Friends that have gotten away. A friend that you never got close with, or a friend that you were close with that you drifted apart from. There's some people that I was super close with in middle school and early high school that I haven't talked to in years.
While I have proven to been able to stay close friends with someone even through separation (thanks Ethan!) it still sucks that I might be across the country with some of my favorite people.
I probably won't even see a large majority of people from my school ever again.
I've probably written about this a lot before, but it's still an overwhelming feeling. So much has past in a time that feels so short yet so long, yet there is still so much left to go. Second semester has a lot in store for me, with my personal goals in smash, with the entire volleyball season, with school events like powderpuff, the senior game, prom, and of course, graduation.
I'm hoping to leave behind my legacy at this school. I know I'll be working hard to establish the Smash club along with the district wide smash league, as well passing on a part of myself in the bboy club. I can see tiny bits of the alumni's style in the way we dance, and I want to keep a lasting impression in the underclassmen.
And there's the people. I barely remember anyone from my elementary school, and it's scary to think that in a few years I won't remember many people from Lynbrook too. Everyone has different goals that they want with their future, and it's so sad that barely any of them will coincide with any of my goals. I want to go UCSD, but I doubt any of my friends will go there and I don't know if I'll make it there either.
When I was about to graduate middle school, a friend of mine mentioned that he heard that high-school would be filled with "lost friends." Friends that have gotten away. A friend that you never got close with, or a friend that you were close with that you drifted apart from. There's some people that I was super close with in middle school and early high school that I haven't talked to in years.
While I have proven to been able to stay close friends with someone even through separation (thanks Ethan!) it still sucks that I might be across the country with some of my favorite people.
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