I play the trumpet in my school’s marching and jazz bands. And recently I acquired a spot in the choir and show choir singing tenor. I love to write, sing, and dance. I am also aspiring to be a screenwriter. I also like helping people, and that’s why I am writing.
Well, ladies and gentlemen. here it is. The year we’ve all been waiting for. And dreading. I, like the rest of you, am anxious for prom, senior activities, and graduation. But those things are only the sweet rewards for the other “unmentionables.”
Confronting college fears
You know, colleges are intimidating. College applications take the place of the monsters under our beds, SATs and ACTs replace shadows in the closet, and the sound of failure is in the creaking floorboards.
People say that to put some sanity into this last whirlwind year, you should make a goal. Anyone who knows me knows I have never finished anything. Always starting with a burst of energy, and always on the decline. So I figured if I strive to at least finish anything, this year may have some substance, some meaning.
Trying to make the grade
I have fallen into a deadly pattern with my grades. And anyone with sense knows grades and extracurriculars are your keys to the life after high school (and yes, there is).
Now, I’ve got my extracurriculars down: band, jazz band, marching band, choir, show choir. So, no problem there. My grades are another thing. I suppose this year is the year to start really concentrating on them.
If I wanted to I could graduate early after the first semester. But I’ve got to finish with my peers. But what really scares me is what comes next. You see, I’m not sure if I even want to go to college. If I do, the most logical place for me is North Central Texas College. It’s within my price range, and it’s close to where I live, Denton. If I didn’t, well, I don’t know.
Make this year your own
This upcoming year will be difficult. It will be filled with bittersweet memories that are one of a kind, with upsets and defeats, because you can’t win ’em all. It will be filled with laughter and great joy, tears and sadness.
The point is, you need to make it your own. Whether it be choosing the college you want or which person you take to prom. Now you won’t be certain of your choices. But what you need to be certain about is that they’re yours.