Embracing the Journey
We are entering the last two weeks of my journey with my seniors. This is the most joyous, trying, exciting, frustrating, exhausting, exhilarating time of the year. Each year, I force my seniors to do some large, ridiculous-use the last of my power to torture them- project. I have a real reason for this beyond torture. High school, no matter how much you want to forget about it, is, for all who endure it, painful. It does not matter where you live or who you are. This is because growing up is painful. It hurts. But, I know a secret-it is also wonderful. It is silly and joyful and triumphant and defining. The memories that we keep will be the ones we chose to keep. Some people chose the painful ones, and I totally get that. Some people will look back and be filled with hate and animosity, and that is a fair way to recollect the time spent at school. But, if you chose to-you can chose-even if it’s the tiniest of memories of all, to remember something wonderful. So, being