Shradda+V.

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High School. I am at a loss of words. You see, before I moved to North Carolina, I used to live in this tiny little town which I don’t even think exists on the map called Benicia in California. Let’s put it this way, you basically went to school with kids from elementary school till you graduated. The first day of high school was really overwhelming and daunting as everywhere I went, there were groups of people to dodge, getting around a huge campus in the matter of 2 minutes. But life started to settle in and I remember that not only did old friendships become stronger but new friendships began to form. Some of the best memories of high school have been from freshman year. To begin the day at seven o’clock saying words like la fruta, hermana, madre y padre really did not help but truly life was good. Eating a pint of ice cream and waiting for the teacher to arrive or to be honest not to arrive so we could skip was the highlight of most of our days. But nothing was better than having second period PE. Put together a bipolar teacher and class of loud and obnoxious freshmen and viola you get running scrawny little freshmen running stairs and doing the mile until people would slowly drop dead. We got over it. Freshman year was amazing as I got really involved and hung with a lot of friends as we went to school shows and what not. But I think the best memory that I will always retain of that year would be the time I was stuffed in a closet in science during the last week of school. You see, I used to really tiny, actually I am still tiny, and my friend decided that it would the coolest thing to see if I actually fit in the shelf units underneath and shoved me in there and stuck a ruler through and waited for about 10 minutes to pass and as the bell rang, he slowly let me out. Man was I furious, but to be honest it sure did get a good laugh out of me. As freshman year came to a close, my father brought the worst news I wanted to ever hear: we were moving. You see I had no care to move. First, I did not even know what North Carolina was known for other than that Nicholas Spark’s books are all set there and second, everyone just straight up knew that I am going to end up being a southerner with an accent and all. I was not welcoming on this issue at all. As I entered, GHHS, I was pretty nervous as I just walked out of the paradise of multicolored Vans and stepped into a monotonous display of Sperry’s. But slowly everything settled as I made new friends, joined clubs and even came to the conclusion that really Cary would not be a good representation of the South and I really started be the person who I am now: crazy and easy going. Junior year was a complete change as I began staying up to finish homework for various classes and actually study for the first time for many of my classes. That year, having first period AP Biology with Mr. Jordan was the best part of the day as he said the quirkiest and most amusing phrases one could imagine. School became top priority that year and it flew by with a blur of assignments, SAT prep and AP exams. Senior year on the other hand, felt like someone had just played the fast forward button and forgot to play it as this year flew too quickly. Starting with the mania of college applications it quickly flew by. Staying up all night finishing up the dreaded AP Chemistry lab reports, bonding with new people with only 12 people in the class was an experience that I would never forget as we had our nerdy inside jokes and laughs. I also hung with a lot of my friends and senior year quickly became my favorite year in high school next the first year. Now that there are only a few days to graduate, I am really sad that we are all going our separate ways but hope that we cross each other in the near future but I feel that college has a lot more in store for all of us. I am glad to be part the class of 2010 and congratulations!