Recently, the senior class had our traditional “100 days ‘til graduation” breakfast, which is something I’ve been anticipating for a while now. Not only is there free food, but it’s a milestone reminding us that the end is near. In the moment, I had tons of fun, bonding over Chick-Fil-A and donuts with some of my best friends and chatting. Now that I’m reflecting on it, though, I’ve realized that that celebration was one of the last times we’d be together as a class. Whether I’m friends with or get along with everyone in my class doesn’t matter, I’ve been with most of these people since fifth grade and am comfortable around them. To be honest, it’s hard to imagine life without them.
The celebration didn’t only signify that the end of Upper School is near; it also meant that the future, which is currently unknown for many of us, is quickly approaching. In just six months, we will all be in different places with different people, and we will have the opportunity to recreate ourselves, which, to be honest, is quite intimidating. We have to go from being at the top of the school to being at the bottom again. We’re basically going to be kindergarteners, 6th graders, and freshmen again - needing people to hold our hands for a few weeks while we learn the ropes of college. But this time, we’re not working towards going to college; we’re working towards going into the real world (or graduate school).
I’ll admit, I’m a bit scared for what the future holds, and I’m pretty sure I’m going to have to overcome my fear of ice since I’ll most likely be attending school up north. In the meantime, though, I am just trying to live in the moment and take it day-by-day. Upper School has gone by faster than I could have ever imagined and I want to take in every last second. I’ve decided to try things I never thought I would do, such as going on the spring break senior service trip to Machu Picchu, organizing a Jewish Appreciation Club field trip, and doing an internship at Girl Talk for my senior project. I’ve even managed to go all four years of newspaper without writing a sports article (apparently mascotting and profiles on Brady Tindall don’t count) and am now being forced to write about golf (no offense, golf players).
But really, senior year is no joke. I spent pretty much all of first semester in Ms. Alston’s office writing love letters to colleges (long story), in between visiting my PAL advisory, going to Girl Talk and 5th grade girls mentoring groups, editing the newspaper (remember that 28 pager we put out last semester? Fun times!), planning Jewish Appreciation Club meetings, and, oh yeah, meeting with teachers to discuss that little thing we call school. The pressure to have good grades first semester is real. Lovett is required to send seniors’ first semester grades to colleges, so for many of our applications (or at least mine), that will be (and has been) a deciding factor.
As for now, I’m stuck in school, senioritis and all. Even though I’ve seen past seniors (and current seniors, might I add) dozing off in between the Fat Boys in the senior lounge, I didn’t really know if I would be affected by the “illness,” since I normally consider myself a very hard worker. Proudly, I can say that I have. Literally, last night I went home and did no homework (I played with my guinea pigs instead). Usually I’m one to do all my assigned work, but I completely ignored the fact that I had a physics worksheet (I did look at it days before, decided I didn’t know how to do it, and just denied the fact that I had to complete it).
I haven’t let senioritis take over my whole life just yet, though. After all, it’s only February. Instead of going home right after school last week, I went to do physics test corrections. Last Saturday night, I spent quite a few hours working on a math project and some other homework. And my tutor (who I don’t know how I’m going to survive in college without) is still helping me. I guess it’s just part of my personality; I’m a hard worker and always like to be satisfied with my work. But, it has been nice knowing that my grades don’t really matter...so even if I didn’t do that well on, say, a math project, it won’t be the end of the world.
Another part of senior year is the fact that we’re currently in the process of doing some perfunctory things for the last time. For instance, when they served congo bars in the dining hall the other day, it was a bittersweet moment. I was thrilled to be able to eat one of Lovett’s best desserts, but was a bit disappointed to realize it was probably the last congo bar I’d ever eat (unless I decide to do a DIY...but they won’t be the same). Similarly, we also just handed out our last Valentine’s Day paper; we attended our last Founder’s Day Chapel; and we just finished up our last Winterfest. I never realized how important these things are to the Lovett experience until I experienced my last one.
We only have about three months of school left, and I’m trying to make the most of it. These are my last months sitting in the green desk chairs that swivel; saying “good morning” to Mr. Alig on my way from the deck; and complaining about having to walk all the way to the Hendrix-Chenault for assemblies. I’m not sure what my life will be like without all these things, but for right now, I just want to enjoy it.