Last Week of School

Finally, its come. Blastingly hot summer weather, ushering in a flood of tests before we are set free. This summer will be one of less anticipation, for we know what we will return to. Yet there is that same constant aura of change, of moving on, of wondering of what next year will bring. Who will replace those who are leaving? What will the year be like?

We have come so far since September, and yet at the same time nothing has changed. It seems like so long ago that we were rehursing like crazy for the Music Man, or when physics class seemed like it went on forever. Since the change from one school to the new, to meeting new people, to becoming reaquainted with those I had left behind. From class changes to improvements to supposed maturity, we have come so far.

And yet as we drift, we stay together. We keep those friends who mean a lot to us close by, and plan with them. Parties and movies and food, which is a necessity with teenage guys around.

We miss what was around before, but we look to the future. Changing views in a changing world. Just think, our friends will be driving soon. It wasn't that long ago that I was amazed that I had turned 13, or had a Bat Mitzvah, or mad it to middle school...

So as I face finals, I wonder what would have happened if I had done it differently. If I hadn't switched schools. If I wasn't friends with the people I am now. If my friends had different friends. Each event and decision makes an impact. Will I come out of freshman year feeling that I should have done some thing differently? I don't know.