Yesterday was my last official school day as a senior of the class of 2008. I spent it commenting my CS programs, talking with my Biology buddies, walking around the school to pay off fines, and distributing presents to teachers. Despite only being at school for two hours, it felt like forever. But now, finally…

It’s over.

I promised myself I wouldn’t feel too badly about graduating. I told myself I would feel 200% happiness at finally getting out of this cesspool of rules and entrapment. Yet despite all those things I’ve told myself, I think even though I don’t want to admit it, I really do feel a stinging throb of nostalgia for the memories I’ve created, both good and bad, over the course of my high school career.

Sitting here at midnight, listening to sentimental songs like Yuna Ito’s Precious or Arashi’s Graduation, I find that no matter how badly I want to hide under a strong exterior, I can’t seem to shake the fact that I -do- feel a bit sad that it’s done. I remember last year in French class when Stacy and Leah kept on talking about how they could not wait until graduation, and I kept on insisting that I didn’t want to think of graduation because it was too depressing, but sometime during my senior year I just felt ready to get out.

I think what I’ll be missing isn’t attending classes or being confined to the rules of the handbook or taking insanely difficult (or easy) tests. What I’ll be missing are the teachers that have made a difference in my life, the experiences that have developed my character, and the friends that I will never forget.

And even though I’d love to forget some of them, I don’t think I can ever forget all of the other 480-something people in our VRHS beta class of ‘08. We’ve slaved through together, and even though I don’t know all of them, there’s something intriguing in the camaraderie you can develop with others despite not associating with them. We made it through together, guys. And now, it’s our turn to be unleashed upon the world. The future awaits.