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Graduating with the Memories of Life
“Wake up, Bri!” says my mom. It’s the first day of my freshman year and I’ve been up all night. I hear my mom talking to me but the struggle of getting out of bed is too overwhelming. I remember that day and all of the four years after that, the first day of school. Excited and ready to meet all of my teachers, I would anxiously wake up with a smile on my face. I couldn’t wait to catch up with all of my friends and take on the year ahead. I did not however want to take on the mother of all years my senior year.
You hear every year of high school about senior year. You hear the “big, bad wolves” running through the hallways trying to start with the freshmen, and the senior pranks; but when it is finally your turn you don’t see what the fuss is about. It is the last year of school and the only thing I can think of is “oh my god, my high school career is over.”
Ever since I was a baby all I could think about is graduating high school, going to college, and starting a family. “Look mommy, I have your shoes on.” I would run around in my mom’s clothes and shoes as a little girl and pretend I was an adult. When you finally get to adulthood and actually start thinking about it, it’s pretty scary. I’m going to be the president of my own life. I will be in control of my own bills and set my own priorities. I was always “mommy’s peanut” and now I am all grown up, scary.
“Are you all ready for this year Brianna?” my best friend Kyla said to me. I was as ready as I was going to be. I was ready to take on my senior year, prom, graduation project, and of course graduation. I was excited and this was a bitter sweet moment for me.
Now I am toward the end of my senior year and have been accepted into college. I am ready to move forward and start the next part of my career. That little girl in the beginning of the story will always be “mommy’s peanut” but she has grown up and is handling things on her own. When you go through the emotions of being a senior and graduation it is a lot to take in but I know that I will make it somewhere some day and that the best years of my life was in high school.

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