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Senior Goodbye: From pacifiers to graduation caps

‘Fast forward 11 years later and I’m dressed in my graduation cap and gown, posing for my senior portrait and about to be the first in my family to gain a high school diploma.’

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Senior Goodbye: From pacifiers to graduation caps

“Seeing my fellow classmates throw their caps in the air, our families in the stands, it’s the moment I’ve envisioned all my life but I can’t imagine it yet.”

“Seeing my fellow classmates throw their caps in the air, our families in the stands, it’s the moment I’ve envisioned all my life but I can’t imagine it yet.”

Photo by Jayden Warren

“Seeing my fellow classmates throw their caps in the air, our families in the stands, it’s the moment I’ve envisioned all my life but I can’t imagine it yet.”

Photo by Jayden Warren

Photo by Jayden Warren

“Seeing my fellow classmates throw their caps in the air, our families in the stands, it’s the moment I’ve envisioned all my life but I can’t imagine it yet.”

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I remember the first day of kindergarten like it was yesterday. Missing half of my teeth, flaunting home-cut bangs from my mom and struggling with English — I just moved here from Burma, I felt like a fish out of water. Fast forward 13 years later and I’m dressed in my graduation cap and gown, posing for my senior portrait and about to be the first in my family to receive a high school diploma.

Although I’m stoked to be graduating, I’m going to miss my high school years. Sure, I always complain every Sunday night about school the next day or count down the days until summer, but deep down, I’m grateful for school.

It’s a part of who I am.

Without it, my life would not be the way it is now. It’s given me a chance to meet all sorts of amazing people as well as teach me how to deal with fake people and trust me when I say, if I had a dollar for every fake person I’ve encountered, I’d be richer than Oprah. All jokes aside, I want to personally give a shout-out to all the great teachers, more specifically Mrs. Pinkham, who have impacted my life or truly cared about me, along with friends who have supported me or stuck by my side through thick and thin.

Trust everyone who tells you that your high school years pass by fast because it really did for me. Graduation is only a few weeks away and I still cannot believe it. Seeing my fellow classmates throw their caps in the air, our families in the stands, it’s the moment I’ve envisioned all my life but I can’t imagine it yet. It’s so surreal to me.

While I’m excited to fly out of the coop and be independent, I’m also scared for what will be coming next. I’ve been sheltered my whole life and have depended on my parents for everything. Now that I’m leaving the comfort of my family and home, I don’t know how I’ll make it. Of course, I know my parents will constantly Facetime or call me and I’ll visit them whenever I can, but I know I’ll miss the smell of my mother’s cooking or how my dad always brings a plate of cut up fruit to my room while I’m studying. It’s these little things that I think will be the cause of my homesickness.

But like Tupac Shakur once said, “Through every dark night, there’s a bright day after that, so no matter how hard it gets, stick your chest out. Keep your head up and handle it.” I know I’ll be OK after settling in, though it’ll be hard at first, I’ll be able to make it through. Mostly because my reassurance and confidence stems from my religion, it comforts me knowing I have God to watch over me.

So while leaving a huge part of my childhood and entering the “pre” adult world that is college, I hope I’ll be able to grow as a person and achieve my dreams. Growing up, my mother always told me, “A woman really learns who she is in her 20’s.” But this is also really different from what my AP Government teacher told me, which was in the sense of “Everything goes downhill when you’re 18.”  So I don’t know who to believe but disregarding age, I know the coming years are going to be full of hardships, struggles, new friends, new places and new perspectives.

And now as I end possibly the last thing I might ever publish on site, here is my favorite non-inappropriate vine: “HAPPY BIRTHDAY RAVEN!” “I can’t sweem.”

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