The End Of An Era

It was Freshman year:
It was a big change going from middle school to high school.
I was ready for the challenge and excited to meet new people.
It was really difficult to leave my very best friends who were all going to a different school together.
I was relieved to see people I knew in my classes on the first day.
I was delighted to make new friends that I will remember forever.
It was exciting to be able to stand as a Maniac under the Friday night lights.
It was confusing having a different schedule every single day.

It was Sophomore year:
I was told I had to make a personal project.
It was not fun.
I was stressed out and introduced to the life of an IB student.
It was nice to make more new friends and grow closer to the friends I had.
It was my first car accident.
I was feeling different.
It was weird to feel like I couldn't handle everything going on in my life.
I was afraid of the sadness and the anxiety.
It was overwhelming.

It was Junior year:
It was my first year in the IB Diploma Program.
I was thankful to have teachers that lessened the stress.
It was incredible listening to the thoughts and ideas pouring out of all of my peers.
I was proud to be a part of a group of students like these.
It was even better to have teachers who encouraged our discussions and contributed to them as well.
It was weird that I had all 8 classes with a kinda-friend who annoyed me a lot sophomore year.
It was weird that we became so important to each other.
It was cool that we started dating.
It was hard to lose my best friend.
I was relieved that God makes everything happen for a reason.
It was terrifying submitting college applications.
I was so looking forward to going to UNC Chapel Hill.
I was NOT about to go to NCSU.

It was Senior year:
I was more stressed than I have ever been.
I was expected to turn in my EE, CAS, IAs and still take tests and complete other assignments.
It was terrible being in IB in that moment.
It was empowering to see high-school students across the nation rally together and have their voices heard.
It was time to hear back from a college I applied to.
It was devastating to find out I got denied.
It was time to hear back from my #1 school, UNC.
I was crying all day because I got denied.
It was embarrassing.
It was time to hear back from NCSU.
I was accepted but I didn't care.
I paid my deposit but I wasn't excited.
I was not proud.
I was angry that IB "didn't pay off".
I was angry that everyone else got into their #1 school but I didn't.
I was selfish.
I was reminded of why I did IB in the first place.
I was reminded that God makes everything happen for a reason.
I was reminded of all the amazing ways IB has changed me and allowed me to grow.
I was reminded that I am going to college.
I was blessed and I was thankful.
I was introduced to my future roommate.
I was so excited.

It was my high school experience:
It was chaotic.
It was scary.
It was happy.
It was sad.
It was filled with love.
It was filled with friends and family.
It was filled with laughs.
It was filled with tears.
I was more knowledgable.
I was matured.
I was a graduate.
It was awesome.






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