When I asked about doing a senior reflection, I was told I didn’t have to, but the one and only Diego Mantelli has been telling me to do one, so here we are. In honor of Diego’s continuous nagging, I would like to open this reflection by saying: Diego, you are the worst. Even with Diego haunting my nightmares telling me to write a reflection, I don’t know entirely what to write about.
If we are being honest, I do not remember the past four years of high school well enough to constitute writing a reflection. And considering how much school I have missed over the years, there isn’t much to remember. Actually, I don’t know if I should actually be allowed to graduate with all the days I wasn’t there. (That’s a joke; I had good reasons to miss school. Please let me graduate).
However, I do remember doing theatre online freshman year, meeting people in person for the first time in sophomore year, wearing a wig to APUSH junior year, and getting into college senior year. I remember doing Technical Theatre for the first time, going ice skating with my friends, and going to prom and homecoming. I unofficially adopted children, got into petty fights, and cried so much. I remember so little, and yet so much. High school was a whole four years of my life. 22% of my life thus far has been at Westmont, and that’s including the years of my life when I was a small child.
And now, life goes on. I will go to college in Oregon, and leave everything that I have known right here, in California. My memories of Westmont will fade with time, and new memories will take their place. But for now, high school will be my most notable past — besides that one time in third grade when I won a soap box derby race. So thank you, to everyone who has made memories with me during my time at Westmont. Thank you to the people who I hate and hate me back, the people I will never talk to after we graduate, the people I will inevitably grow apart from — but will always call my friends — and the people who I will keep with me for the rest of my life.
Oh right, and thanks to Diego for making me write this, you better give me wine after we both graduate college.