It’s that time of year again: the days are getting shorter, the nights are becoming cooler, and an unknown impetus is looming over the care-free days of summer. It’s time for school again. After two glorious months free from the burden of classes and homework, it’s time to go back.
I’m feeling ambivalent about the upcoming school year. On one hand, I love seeing all my friends again and I look forward to participating in some new clubs, but on the other, I feel as though my summer hasn’t been long enough. One week just isn’t long enough for me to get bored and look forward to going to school again and learning. One week isn’t long enough for me to really unwind and relax when I have so many places to go and people to see.
The reality of September hit me full force when I went to pick up my schedule at school today. This is it: in a week, I will walk these halls as a junior, older than the majority of the other students at school. I will be halfway through my high school career, closer to the end than to the beginning, on the homestretch. Even to my ears I sound overly melodramatic, but I can’t help it. In a blink of an eye, I’ll be a senior, heading off to university and to the rest of my life.
I’m not the only one on this boat; seeing all my friends again reminded me of just how much we’ve grown up in the last two years. It’s hard to imagine that the short, skinny boy I knew in ninth grade is tall and muscular now. Or that the face of the girl I met during freshman year has evolved and become so lovely. In a blink of an eye, all those little things will be gone, forgotten.
After I picked up my schedule, we went out to eat lunch in celebration of my friend Rebekah’s sixteenth birthday. In true Kyleen fashion, I offered to bake something for Rebekah. And as requested, I made a pan of Black and White Cheesecake Squares. A twist on the classic cheesecake made with chocolate cookie crumbs and garnished with a drizzle of melted chocolate.
As we lunched, I couldn’t help but wonder how old the waiters and other patrons of the restaurant thought we were. Do we look sixteen or maybe we look twenty? Is maturity and perception of maturity based largely on looks or poise? We definitely look our age or older, but perhaps we don’t conduct ourselves with the grace of an older young adult.
We don’t go to school solely for the academics, but also to grow up and become who we are going to be. As much as I love going to school and learning and becoming, there are moments when I think everything is moving too fast. Sometimes, I wish I could hit the pause button and just stay the same for a little while longer.
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