#waiffs

I’ve let enough minutes, hours, days, and weeks go by since the days that came in close proximity of the day I walked across the stage symbolically finalizing my high school career. A lot has happened since then and it’s only been three weeks. I’ve drifted and I’ve tightened the grip on some friendships, few, but hey! My last year of high school was all seen through the eyes of a four-eyed retrospective personality. From seeing my ninth grade Pre-AP English teacher from the freshman center relocate just a few halls and a sky bridge over to coincidentally having my first period in the same room I took my commercial photography and advanced photography course in both sophomore and junior year, everything senior year has chronicled aspects of happenings in the past. No matter what it was, what I did, or how significant I may have deemed it depending upon the situation it never mattered! It was all a flashback. I never knew what to make of it, and still I’m not entirely sure I do. Black backpacks full of miscellaneous sorts of mischief every year of high school were my very own accessory. They traveled with me those Fridays at Lowery when we’d walk to CiCi’s or that one time I unexpectedly lit Jalen Etheridge up at KFC with both crews present, his and mine. It went from all day to all night with that bag. Effortlessly carrying the homework I never did (ever) all the way to hiding drugs and food. These backpacks were a part of me; growing out of one was the next chapter in my life and another grade that I successfully graduated from.Those bags were all temporary as is the high school experience. It isn’t something to relive instead to commemorate in the midst of. All those same people, same friends, mentors, food - it’s gone after those four years. Enjoy it, them, every part of it - or don’t. It’s up to you. High school was a crock-pot full of shit a lot of the time with their excessive dress code only applicable to young ladies and many other issues that were commonly and casually looked past, but look past all bullshit just like Texas by Education does with their stellar school athletes they need for entertainment. Consider the friends made along the way, the stylistic journeys of trial and error entering those doors to proudly walking out, and the reckless trouble caused. Just like college, high school is an experience and I believe it shouldn’t die because you chose the wrong friends, shoes, and temporary significant other. To those in the midst of adolescence and angst, live it up and fight it out! I made it out alive. To the following classes to come, cheers! You got this. This is just practice for the bullshit you’ll endure outside those doors because you truly never leave high school. The pants may get bigger, but the bullshit will always be the same high school bullshit. 

 - Seniors 2015, I guess. 

Thanks for the help along the way & sincerest regards to: 

forgettablesociety

r-clusive

unusual-defines-me

emilygracehaney

radiobarber

yoshiplanet

dolphead

hereandqueeerr