"It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness."
It was the best of times...
One thing I'm going to miss the most is the sense of community that comes along with football season, and I don't even like football! But there was nothing I looked forward to more than Friday nights where I would get to just stand in the bleachers with a huge group of my friends and sing cheers we all knew the words to. I don't exactly remember watching the games, but I do remember how scary it first was to be thrown up into the air, counting the number on the scoreboard.
I never did attend a crazy high school party, but some of the best times that I'm sure I'll remember are when I would just be with one or two of my friends, usually at a strange hour of the night, just doing something completely random. Whether it was stargazing or night tennis with Caroline, philosophy debates or analyzing music with Pasca and Augie, ice cream and sushi adventures with Rachel, or "extending the party" with a few of my other closest pals, it was always just as exciting.
It was the worst of times...
Oh the amount of times I cried myself to sleep. I laugh about it now, but boy was I a mess. I say that like I'm not anymore, but don't you worry, I am still very much-a mess. However, one thing that's positive about all my crying sprees, was that very few had to deal with drama, and for that, I'm grateful. Compared to many of my other peers, I got myself involved in other people's battles much less, and it helped me in the long run. One thing I did notice, however, was that the drama I did somehow find myself involved in, was just because of simple misunderstandings. But you swallowed your pride and you apologized, even for things that you didn't do or weren't your fault. You don't like confrontation. This approach can be good at times, but at some point you have to stand up for yourself.
Another thing I struggled with that added to the tears, was my addiction to procrastination, which ran so deep that I actually wrote a Ted Talk about it. Of course my procrastination was not nearly as bad as others since some reach the point where they don't even bother to finish the assignment by the due date. These past 2 years, especially, consisted of many long nights, due slightly to my self-diagnosed sleeping disorder, but probably more so because of my inability to begin homework directly when I get home from school or extracurriculars.
It was the age of wisdom...
One thing that I have learned during my 4 years in high school, is that I don't have to be the best, although being the best is indeed rewarding. Growing up, I always put myself full force into everything I did and having that focus and dedication is great, but succeeding isn't everything and there is more to my purpose than doing well.
Hard work really pays off. It wasn't fun building the set when it wasn't even my job or rehearsing the same scene over and over again, but the thrill of seeing the final bows from the booth on opening and closing nights, makes up for all the heart ache.
Group projects are the worst, the is something many of us have come to know. Will this ever change? Probably not. But at least now you won't be surprised when your group members don't carry their weight.
This one may be one of the most obvious lessons I learned, but is was very important for me to grasp the concept-the concept of eating and drinking consistently throughout the day! Okay, so maybe I haven't completely mastered this life change, but I definitely know that I have to. I recognized how much easier the day is to get through when I've had water and food, which is why I now know the importance of hydration and getting 3 meals a day.
It was the age of foolishness...
There were the obvious, little, foolish things: thinking I could write that 10 page paper in 3 hours, realizing I had skipped all 3 meals, and accidentally calling my teacher by another name. There were also the slightly more memorable foolish events. I remember one time during freshman year, when I believed that wearing shoes that were too big for me wouldn't hinder my ability to safely descend a flight of stairs. Needless to say, several of my fellow students had a unique insight as to what I was wearing underneath my skirt that day. And I can't reveal to you all what occurs during Millbrook's theatre "traditions," but one could say that they're unconventional and quite "foolish," especially Fridays' shows... You could also say that it is foolish to find yourself asleep in the parking lot of your school at 4 in the morning with the mix-tape of a married couple that you don't know, playing on the stereo. Is it also foolish to slide down the banisters like Mary Poppins or engage in eye contact with a school icon that claimed its territory as the route you take to biology and just so happens to be a goose? Yes. Do these things not make quite much sense? Sure. Are these things that I'll cherish forever? Absolutely. These things didn't necessarily teach me any huge life lessons, but I'm sure happy they happened.






