Senior Year.

I have heard my parents say this over and over, and I never quite understood how that could be.

Today, during my senior class meeting, I took a look around the cafeteria at my classmates. Some of them I have known basically my whole life, kindergarten through now. I took a look at the big eagle painted on the cafe wall, the photo of last year's seniors, the lunch menu for the day.

Then, I heard someone whisper, "I can't believe we're graduating."

Suddenly this feeling overcame me, and I couldn't even tell what it was. It was some sort of mixture of sadness, happiness, and excitement, all at the same time. It all seemed very surreal to me.

I realized then that this is what I'm supposed to be feeling, this is what everyone is supposed to be feeling. After the meeting, I walked out to the front of the school to where my car was parked. I gave South Putnam a good, long look and then drove off.

I know a lot of people who dread going to school each day, and I have been one of them. For some reason, today in the cafeteria I thought about how much fun I've had throughout these years. I thought about how after this year, it will all be a completely new experience.

I am totally excited about it, but I know that I will miss my high school years. My crazy friends and teachers, Friday night games, I know now that I'm going to miss it.

I now "kind of" understand when my parents say that "those were the best years of my life." There's been some great times, and there's been some horrible times, and I'm going to miss it all very much.

All I know is that I'm going to make the best out of my senior year, but also look forward to the future.