It's time to graduate
It's time to write a new chapter. It's time to find yourself. It's time to travel down that road less traveled. Whatever you call it, it's time to graduate.
I've already experienced graduation once. My brother graduated two years ago, so I've seen how frantic everything gets when it comes down to that final day. Nonetheless, I'm still extremely excited. I've had four amazing years at Batavia, but I'm ready for that new challenge. Still, Batavia has been great to me. I'll miss it.
As a freshman, I always heard graduating seniors say the only thing they regretted about high school was that they wished they were in more clubs and activities. I made sure I wouldn't be one of those seniors, and it has been one of the best decisions I have ever made. I've loved everything that I've done at Batavia, and I can honestly say that I have no regrets.
And now, being one of those seniors, I'm able to look back on my high school career and see how great it's been. From the incredible musicals we've been able to put on, to going down state for football; these have been moments I'll never forget. And I've done them with the people I'll never forget. All of my friends have been so great to me and it will be hard leaving them. Luckily, I still have a final summer to spend with them just enjoying life before all of us go our respective ways.
Graduation is still a pretty big deal in the King household. Of course there is the obvious importance of receiving your diploma after four strenuous years of honors classes, term papers and cafeteria food; but that's only a small portion to the process only known as graduation. It's so much more than that. It's cleaning the house, sending out invitations, mulching the garden; just a few of the glorious activities for the soon-to-be graduate. But I know it will be worth it when all the people I love come to see me walk across that stage.
It will be hard for me to leave. As much as I seem like I'm ready for this next step, I'm a little hesitant. I'm nervous about living in a room the size of my closet with a complete stranger. I'm nervous about walking 20 minutes just to get to my first class. I'm nervous about leaving the ones I love. I'm the baby of the family and I know leaving will be just as hard for my parents as it will be for me. But they will just have to know that I love them and that I'll miss them, and that I'm only two hours away (but to just make sure that they call before they spring a surprise visit to a dirty dorm room).
So as graduation draws ever near and my high school career comes to a close, I know that this is not the end. This is just the beginning to an amazing new experience filled with limitless possibilities. It's time to learn new things. It's time to make a name for myself. It's time to graduate.