Another school year has just begun and for me, it’s a big one! Senior year. After the three years of hype and excitement, the final year of my high school career has arrived. The new, the crazy, the nerve-racking, it all begins now.
My graduating class, along with the three classes before us, all share a unique experience that changes how we see our senior year. We all attended Roosevelt through a computer screen. When the pandemic hit, the class of 2024 was in eighth grade. Many of us didn’t re-enter a school building until the beginning of our sophomore year of high school and even then, we were still in masks and engaging very little with each other. With our junior year serving as our only “normal” year of high school to date, the fact that we’re seniors is truly surreal. We never got those high school “firsts” and now, it's all coming to an end in eight months and thirteen days.
I feel like senior year has been this big, looming concept since I was in middle school. Oh, colleges look back at your grades, oh watch out for that senioritis, oh, this is going to be the best year ever! Since I was young, there were expectations set in my mind for my “perfect” senior year. But here we are, the actual thing and to be honest, it’s just like any other year. Sure, we have a date for our graduation (June 2nd) and are all deciding what the next steps are after high school but we’re still just the same kids we’ve been for the past three years. We still show up to class everyday (or we don’t), we still do our favorite extracurriculars, and we still hangout with the same friends we’ve had for years. there are just these little voices in the back of our heads, reminding us, “You’re a senior. This is the end of high school. You are about to be a grown up and be responsible for your own choices.”
The “lasts” of senior year are what's really getting to me. Nothing has really sunk in yet about college or graduation, but the part that feels real? Our last first day of school, hearing the plans for our last homecoming and last prom. Knowing that I only have two theatre shows left to be in at Roosevelt and eight newspaper issues left to publish. What we have chosen to spend our time doing throughout high school, our chosen electives and after school activities, are what the majority of people are going to miss the most. I’m sure there are people in our community (me somewhat included) that enjoy the core classes and will miss those dearly, but in reality, the classes students enjoy the most are the ones they choose; their advanced math and science classes, their electives like woodshop, ceramics, and theatre. These are the classes that will inspire us into our future career paths.
This is truly my letter to the class of 2024. This is our moment to shine. Our moment to make our lives our own. We are the only people that get to decide who we are and what we are going to be. We have an opportunity to forge our own paths and shape our own lives. We don’t have to choose what we want to be tomorrow. We don’t even have to choose this year. But every single one of us must understand that in a little over eight months, all those choices will be ours for the rest of our lives. Let's enjoy the last few months of “childhood” and let’s choose to be the best version of ourselves, together.
By Ellie Weiner
Roosevelt High School
Published September 19, 2023