Lily Nilipour | Graduating Senior Torrey Pines High School
As the end of the this school year approaches, everyone feels to be constantly writhing in their seats, squirming with impatience to be let out permanently when that final bell rings through the hallways. It is that time of year that we’ve heard about for the past four — the crippling effects of senioritis, the dismissal of productivity, the urge to finally, finally be let out of high school and onto the next chapter of our lives. The home stretch.
Yet, as I perhaps may not be the first to reflect, as graduation dogs my thoughts more and more frequently, so do the reflections of the past that I have experienced. For my whole life, I’ve lived in Carmel Valley; the only time I moved was to a house not even two minutes away. I’ve attended the same schools in the area, grown up with a good number of other students for the past thirteen, or even more, years. The people I played on the playground with in preschool and kindergarten, I see them at local events, in classes, at restaurants, in pictures on social media. What a long time it has been, it seems, since we were all together on the monkey bars and woodchips of childhood.
From such reflections, then, sometimes I realize how drastically other aspects of my life have altered. Even in the span of just four years in high school, I have gained and lost numerous friends just simply from time and circumstance. Certain hobbies, happenings, and ideas, too, are lost. It’s strange to realize that, actually, what I have as a high school experience is really just a conglomerate of scattered memories — who knows how much I’m missing?
I suppose that’s reason enough to halt this sentimental reflection. What is the point of staying back, trying to recall all the good times of the past, when it is impossible? Certainly reflection is essential, but so is looking forward.
And yet, that produces its own concerns. The past does indeed offer a sanctuary from the trepidations of the uncertain future. Just like many of my peers, going to college will be the first time in my life leaving the place I am familiar with. I will have to start over, learn to live on my own, and, most unfortunately of all — grow up. It is overwhelming to think about, too.
So, once again approaching graduation, I guess perhaps the best route to take is neither to dwell too much on the past or the future; rather, just stay focused on the present with a peripheral eye on each. I will be reminiscing about my high school days as well as planning for what is to come next, but I cannot forget to enjoy the time I have left here in San Diego, with the people I grew up with, before the moment is gone. For, those moments disappear all too quickly, at least for my taste.