I had to write an essay on how Dickens' quote "It was the best of times, it was the worst of times..." relates to the senior year of a high school student. So here ya go.
The last year of High School is one of hope and fear, joy and sadness, wisdom and folly. Joy because AT LAST all of our diligence has come to fruition. All those years spent testing, reading, and reporting are now at an end, and real life is about to start. This time is both joyous and sad because now, we are on our own. No more seeing your best friend since 7th grade in the hall, no more asking teachers for extra credit because you spent more time chillin' at Mickey D's instead of doing homework, no more Mom and Dad calling the principle to get you out of trouble...AGAIN, no more G-Pop announcing your birthday at football games. Yes indeed, it's time to leave our safe, comfortable desks to take on the world. We may be the smartest in the school, yet foolishly we cling to our "Top Dawg" positions knowing that in a few months, we will be back on the bottom, fending for ourselves.
As June 9th draws near, we become both excited and nervous, because we know that as soon as those caps are thrown in the air, our lives will be forever changed. No turning back, no waiting. Pretty soon we will move off to some new and frankly terrifying place to begin our future, and the ever desired independence of adulthood leaves a bittersweet taste in our mouths. That is when we learn that true freedom was in our childhood, and we fought to be rid of it. Oh the folly of the wise.
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