"All the world's a stage,
And all the men and women merely players;
They have their exits and their entrances,
And one man in his time plays many parts,
His acts being seven ages."
As You Like It Act 2, scene 7
As I approach my last day of high school...ever...I seem to think that I'm going to miss it...even though I only got to be there for two years, it seems like Wake Forest-Rolesville High School has become a very real part of me that I don't want to lose. They're gutting our school next year and it seems like they're gutting part of me too. Those hall are full of memories, not only for the class of 2009, but all the way back to the class of 1959.
Over the past two years I've gone to public school for the first time in my life, met AWESOME friends that I hope to keep forever, met some jerks, was the center of a few incredibly stupid rumors, gone to actually school play that I was friends with the main characters, not just the chorus members, seen people come and go, and some come back, thought one thing about someone and then found out that I was completely wrong (both good and bad) and been disappointed and lifted up. ( I totally know that was a run on sentence, but who says this has to be grammatically correct?)
I only wish that high school had more of the good times, and not all the drama junk.
When I see all of the friendships that I've made and rekindled in the past two years, I can't help but think that I'm never going to see some of these people again. As I look toward the next stage of my life and take the leap of moving to a different state for college, I see all the people that are staying here. When I wear my Tennessee Orange, I remember those that are wearing Carolina Blue, State Red, App Black and Gold, High Point Black and Purple, Duke Blue (yuck hahaha), Pembroke Yellow (or is it gold?), and Wilmington Teal. How will we look back on this time in our lives? Will we learn from it or ran away, not daring to look back for fear of what we'll see? I hope that it is the former, that we will boldly step out into this world wanting to change and learn from our past. Like in the Lion King...
Adult Simba: I know what I have to do. But going back will mean facing my past. I've been running from it for so long.
[Rafiki hits Simba on the head with his stick]
Adult Simba: Ow! Jeez, what was that for?
Rafiki: It doesn't matter. It's in the past.
[laughs]
Adult Simba: Yeah, but it still hurts.
Rafiki: Oh yes, the past can hurt. But the way I see it, you can either run from it, or... learn from it.
[swings his stick at Simba again who ducks out of the way]
Rafiki: Ha. You See? So what are you going to do?
Adult Simba: First, I'm gonna take your stick.
[Simba snatches Rafiki's stick and throws it and Rafiki runs to grab it]
Rafiki: No, not the stick! Hey, where you going?
Adult Simba: I'm going back!
Rafiki: Good! Go on! Get out of here!
[Rafiki begins laughing and screeching loudly]
As so many life lessons are...Walt Disney has taught us well :) !!!
I wish I had some piece of wisdom to share, but alas, I am not wise...I wish I could impart some knowledge, but still, I know nothing...I wish I could give you joy, but it is you're job to find that...I wish my words could form wings to lift you up...will you allow me to?
