Reflecting

I was going to make my last post funny.  I wanted to include pictures and mock some of my classmates for their love of sliders.  But then blogger went down, and now I don't have the time to do that.  Besides, we're done.  No more school.  I won't see a lot of you again until graduation weekend, and the entire process is bittersweet.  Some people love Chagrin, but the vast majority that I talk to really want to leave.  I like a lot of people here.  I'm not cynical enough to say that everyone sucks and Chagrin sucks and it's so unfair going to a good school.  Sure, I got irritated with my classmates sometimes, but like I said, I won't be seeing most until graduation, and after that we'll be going to different schools. 

I can't believe how many seniors were lifers.  It's weird that everyone literally knows everyone since kindergarten.  I guess it should make our senior class stronger, but I almost feel like it's a disadvantage.  We pulled together at the end, but a lot of our planning went... questionably.  It annoys me that we might have the reputation of the grade that didn't do anything right.  We have a lot of smart and talented people, but the grades before and after us have better reputations.  I mean, we still count.  It's not like we've done anything catastrophically wrong.  We weren't the grade who got the administration to breathalyze every dance.  Grades before us messed up the pumpkin roll and the cops shut it down early.  We're living in the shadow of every grade before us.

Well, I should probably end this on a more positive note.  We're pretty much graduated.  We're going to college.  We have the whole summer ahead of us.

Best of luck, class of '11.

Stay chi11.