It Really Does Go By Fast

By Sophia Christensen

“High school goes by fast,” every senior tends to say to underclassmen, in which my freshman self always responded, “Lies!” Every class period freshman year, I stared at the clock thinking an hour and thirty five minutes couldn’t go by any slower. If there’s forty minutes left of class, I found myself trying to deceive time by thinking it’s basically only two twenty minutes which is basically only four ten minutes. With only five minutes left, I would finally start packing up so I could rush out of class as quickly as possible. Always in a rush, I noticed time couldn’t catch up with me–it always seemed to fall behind. Evidently, I was left with too much extra time and boredom. Four school years (720 days and 259,200 minutes) felt like too much time for my freshman self to fathom. Yet, I accepted the challenge.

On my first day of high school, I acknowledged my 180 days and 64,800 minutes had finally started ticking. On a day that’s supposed to be a nerve wracking experience for most—I was up at 7 a.m. busy decorating the school with my ASB class in full comfort. Walking onto campus became a habitual practice for me, and just being in the mere presence of my ASB class gave me the confidence boost I needed for my freshman year of high school. My reputation formed quickly; I got many comments regarding my unapologetic laugh, weird banter, and liking of the color purple–a staple of my personality that remained throughout high school. Trying to kill time, fourteen-year-old me insisted on playing volleyball, soccer, and track and field all 4 years of high school; however, in one second, I tore my ACL and my path for high school completely changed. Now how will these years go by faster? Oh I got it! Gym. 

With a refreshed 180 days and 64,800 minutes, sophomore year came along. Going to school and spending the rest of my time at the gym, I was satisfied with the speed of time passing. That was until the regiment got messed up. Covid hit and now sophomore year was two weeks less than 180 days. Then it was two months less than 180 days. Then all of a sudden, we had Wednesdays off and zero days and zero minutes on campus junior year. Although at first I was happy with the shortage of time, it deceived me. Sophomore and junior year mushed together as I was stuck inside four walls and a roof throughout the entirety of it. Time seemed to dissipate rather than move. Junior year has just fled my brain completely. I tried to use the time to my advantage; going on runs, doing at-home workouts, and finding my passion for painting again. But after one year, I have truly come to realize how much quarantine and online school sucked. Admittedly, I had mornings where I logged onto class and just slept or went to the gym to pass time… sorry Mrs. Saldana. But if I’m happy with one thing from junior year, it’s that it made me more appreciative of school and time. 

Ahh and now we approach senior year, the year that went by in a blink of an eye, where I went through the most struggles, surprises, and smiles. Senior year, every day and month mashed into one. The year went by quicker than one period freshman year–one day I was setting up for senior sunrise and just last week I emceed my last high school rally. I found myself running around campus and running out of time. Throughout senior year, I noticed I stopped checking the clock every twenty minutes wanting classes to end–namely because I didn’t want this year to end (which I attribute to BBF and my teachers). High school has not only left me with a pocket constitution (thanks Mr. Buran) and a newly developed passion for learning I gained in room 58, but also allowed me to be more appreciative of time. Now as I’m awaiting my final high school bell, I’m trying to deceive time by begging for the clock not to strike 2:40.