I was drinking my Scooter’s coffee, checking my email, when the subject of a particularly daunting message made me forget all about my vanilla soy latte. “Attention all Marian Alums.” Yeah, just let that sink in. Can I have a quick sec to just say, “WHERE IN THE NAME OF SWEET BABY JESUS DID THE TIME GO?”
Seeing this email made me relate so hard to the overly stressed, dramatic, yet pathetically humorous Kim Kardashian. You know how I feel about graduating; why would you say that? You put me in such an uncomfortable situation. You know I’m not happy, you know that I’m trying to see if going to college will work out here. We all know that it’s not.
Just like every other senior, I have procrastinated all of my projects, studying, and homework until the last
possible second. The same mentality was applied when I was supposed to write this column, which I finally got around to two weeks after it was due. However, as graduation looms closer and closer, I know that my time left at the best place on Earth is alarmingly limited.
If Disney World is “officially” labeled as the best place on Earth, Walt himself clearly never stepped foot into Marian High School. However, all good things must come to an end, and my ending is very near. Even though I’m not physically dying, I feel like I need to share some last words of wisdom before I depart.
This will be my final column I ever get to write in The Network. My somewhat pointless and random thoughts will no longer adorn the pages of this paper. That being said, I have some thoughts and advice I need to make sure are published before my time is “wrapped up.”
First of all, to all my underclasswomen out there, never ever take a single second at Marian for granted. I know that’s cliche, but DON’T WASTE IT! Yes, physics might make you want to crawl into the fetal position and eat your weight in ice cream, but toughen up, sister. Learn from every experience and every lesson.
Take your teacher’s advice and actually study prior to the night before.
Honesty makes or breaks a person.
Stay humble; don’t let that pretty little head get filled with senseless words (boys).
Be a fruit loop in a world of cheerios.
Most importantly, I hate to say it, but moms are always right. Don’t argue with me on this one. Appreciate the time left with her and other loved ones. As my Marian path is coming to an end, my conscience is haunting me. Did I do enough? Did I truly make the best of every high school experience? Holy moly, the pressure is on.
If Marian has taught me anything, it’s to stand out and be proud. A prime example would be the Walk-A-Thon skit my junior year. I came rolling into the gym dressed as an old woman in a wheelchair in front of the entire student body and faculty. That was one of the most enlightening and liberating moments of my life.
I can’t now, or ever, summarize my experience at Marian. Coming to this school was/is the best decision I could have ever made. Who knew my heart was capable of so much love? Just like the Grinch, my heart has grown three times as large since I walked into the doors of Marian in 2012. Unwillingly, this is where I say goodbye. This has been an experience I wouldn’t trade for the world. I Gottschya covered now and forever, Marian.