Last Days as a Senior

The last days of a senior are finally hitting. I'm not gonna lie, just writing about this makes it hit harder. Today was the welcome meeting for the new 08-09 All Male. While I was giving directions, procedures, expectations, etc, I realized I was still talking as if I were to be on next year's team. I may have not given All Male my greatest commitment these past two years as I had three years ago, but I'm trying to make it up in the last weeks of school and hopefully the months of summer that I may get to work with the new team.
Of nearly the entire year, I've had the attitude of wanting to finish high school, but I really don't after some contemplation. Like I said in a previous blog about relationships, when you give so much to something, it's hard to let go. I have a family of faculty members whom I have to leave behind, including my mentors of teachers and counselors. I have underclassmen with integrity and respect that I have to leave behind. I have teams and clubs full of potential that I have to leave behind. I will have games, events, and pep rallies to say goodbye to. I have a mother in ASB named Ms. Bengtson with brothers and sisters who I know will have the greatest successes in life, including a woman who will be leaving for school in July.
My contributions to any other community will never surpass my commitment to this school. Education will never be free and neither will lunch or anything else of that matter. I know that homework and studying are now optional, but essential to success.
I have best friends in something I still consider a family of Paradise Hills, despite our parted ways. In fact, I still value the relationship of every single person who I've come in contact with, whether or not we are still in touch. You all will have a place in my life.
I'll be trying to make the rest of the year the best I can. I'll be mending my relationships with everyone, becoming more open, and living the joy as a high school senior. I've never been so proud to have been a Morse Tiger in the run-down neighborhood that I wake up in everyday. With this said, I've done enough at this time to bring tears to my eyes and it's a bit early for that.
Twenty-seven more days of school, 27 more days to make my mark.