My senior year. A year that I never really expected to come, but here it is. Looking at me straight in the face, the image of what this school year has become is interesting. What could’ve been a normal last year before college has now become a worldwide event that I will never forget.

Usually, everyone’s senior year starts quickly. Classes have started, everyone is excited to see their friends, expecting to see each other’s faces in their classes, all geared up and ready for the year to end too soon. Of course, deep inside, we never want it to end. These people, these people are the ones that made us into who we are. Four years of seeing them has become normal, and as much as we can’t wait for high school to end, none of us want to go. This year was no different; my friends and I had a wonderful last marching band season, and it felt like every week we were saying goodbye to another event that we’d never see again. “Well, that’s the last time we’ll ever go to that award assembly,” I’d mutter to one of my friends. Statements like those would either be responded to with sighs of relief or a swift elbow to the side. Senior year felt like everything had FINALLY gone right. Classes were going well, not too much homework, a good group of friends that I could always count on to be there for me. I never expected to leave the school for spring break and never come back.