My mother and I had a photoshoot at my middle school’s track the other day.
I haven’t been there for almost three years.
It seems so much smaller than it did before.
It’s funny how you look back and realize how much easier it used to be.
High school’s cray.
I have a minimum of five tests and quizzes on average per week. Not to mention the piles of homework and extra classes for the SAT, the ACT, and whatever other letter combinations that the College Board can think of.
Life seemed so much simpler before.
I have to say, Sofia, our photographer, made me do more exercise than I had ever done in all my three years at middle school.
I hated that track.
The gym teachers would make us run five laps and I HATED it with a burning passion of a thousand suns.
Not just because I despise exercise, but also because we would run no matter how cold or how hot the weather would be.
I would always return to the lockerroom either feeling like I had frostbite or feel as though I were about to pass out from heatstroke (yes, I am a drama queen).
Despite the fact middle school was way easier than high school, if given the choice, I wouldn’t go back in time to relive it all again.
High school may be stressful, and sometimes I mistake it for a juvenile hall, but it’s strangely liberating. You get a lot more options in terms of course choices, and they’re also more interesting. Such as Psychology, Latin, Cooking, and there’s even a class called Mobile App Development (this is legit).
Was I initially disappointed because I realized real high schools don’t have students that spontaneously break into song and dance? Immensely. But the other stuff that’s in the typical American high school movies, like clubs and trips, do actually exist and that’s pretty cool.
Even though growing up is scary and overwhelming, it’s also cool all at the same time. Like a roller coaster. You may feel as though you’re about to die from fear, but you’re also excited for what’s to come next (I know, that’s deep).