I have a tendency to look ahead. Days, weeks, years at a time. That is why I love my seniors. On my first day at SM East I was already looking ahead. Who is Yoda? How much will I hate chemistry? I made it to my sophomore year, joining track and doing the legal studies program in part because of my advisers in the grade above me.
Then came the decision: AP or IB. I asked every upperclassman I knew. And I mean all of them. By summer, I had decided on IB. I was sure. Then things changed. I talked to friends about journalism and debate. I talked to them about junior year and what I wanted for myself. I changed my mind undoubtedly making the best decision of my life. Then, a few weeks ago, I realized something. I had been advising current sophomores and freshman. I was in their senior class. It all came full circle when I realized I had mostly advised people I knew from debate and newspaper.
Every year as another class graduated and I flipped through another addition of the senior issue, I felt reassured. My seniors were still here. Their names were not the ones in print. In only a matter of days I will see their names. In a matter of months I will be a senior. But I am not scared.
These seniors have prepared me.
So, thank you seniors. Thank you for the being there on my first day of high school. Thank you for advising me about my schedule. Thank you for being there when you were the only ones I could turn to. And above all thank you for graduating first. Because just this once I don’t want to look ahead.