Four years ago we stepped into high school as individuals seeking to do well, to find our identity, to find our best friend. We opened our lockers for the first time, looked at our schedules, and thought about how awesome it was to finally be in high school. Four years ago we met our best friend, went to our first school dance, and had a crush on a cute senior. Four years ago, we couldn't wait to get older. Three years ago we stepped into high school believing that we owned the place. No longer the lowly freshman, who when we look back now were completely weird. It’s safe to say we all thought we were much cooler, but who knows. We were nothing but individuals searching for themselves, looking to fit in, wanting to achieve something. We followed our daily routines, got our licenses, expanded our circle of friends, and talked about parties. Three years ago we made a new best friend, went out with our friends every weekend, thought we were too mature for school dances. Three years ago we couldn't wait to get older.
Two years ago we became upper classman. We began to realize that we actually were growing up. We started driving out on weekends. Two years ago we realized who our true friends were and cherished the times we spent with them. We found where we fit in, yet still seemed to be looking for something else. Two years ago we started talking about college, thinking it was still so far away. We had our junior prom, cheered our hardest at all the football games, and started to realize that time really does fly. But two years ago we still couldn't wait to get older.
About a year ago we entered the school as seniors. We had senioritis before classes even resumed, we got to leave school early and come in late. We got to park on campus and leave school for lunch, something we’ve looked forward to most. Everything we did was our last. It was the last Homecoming pep rally, our last season in a sport,...