Dear High School Senior,
So. It's
almost over. Crazy, huh? Lately, you've probably been walking the halls at
school thinking that you may never see some of these people again. You may
never have a bell that dismisses you from class or tell you that you're late.
You may never open that bright orange locker as you hurriedly stuff your
Chemistry textbook inside hoping that you beat the 7th graders to the lunch
line.
You're
either really excited. Or really nervous. Maybe both. It depends on the day.
You're constantly getting asked by
adults what college you're going to and what career you're pursing. You're
constantly being told stories of their college days. Teachers are repeatedly
saying "You're not going to be this spoiled in college or at your
job" as they let you work on your homework (that was due three days ago)
in class. Your parents are getting sentimental. Or they're getting annoying as
the ask each day when you'll hear back about one of those scholarships you
applied for. The college you're going to or the employer who's hiring you isn't
answering all your emails or phone calls. You're getting anxious and
scared.
You only
have 5 more weeks.
Let me ease
some of your nerves. College isn't scary. (okay, maybe sometimes). Everyone
there is in the exact same boat as you (except for that one kid who commuted to
the college his or her senior year and is still living at home). Your parents
are a phone call away (occasionally). And no one else knows what he or she is
going to really do with his or her life.
Let me encourage you to slow down. Don't worry about spending all
your free time with your friends (your family needs you, too). Don't worry
about picking the best pictures and song to go in your senior slideshow (nobody
remembers them in a year, anyway). "So
don’t worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will bring its own worries. Today’s
trouble is enough for today," says Matthew 6:34. Slow down.
You will be okay
when next fall comes around. I cannot stress this enough. Your parents have
taught you to use your better judgment. So use it. You know if you’re doing something
right or doing something wrong. So strive to do it right. You’ve been
developing a brain for about 18 or 19 years. It’s there for a reason. Use it
for the right reason.
I really don’t know
if I have to words to convince you that it’s going to be okay. You’ve been told
pretty much all there is to tell. Some things, you just have to figure out on
your own, but you’ll have people there that will make sure that you’re being
the best you.
They say college is supposed to be
the best years of your life. But I really hope not. I hope that my life doesn’t
go downhill as soon as I graduate from college. I hope that it continues to get
better (even with a few bumps here and there) so that the very moment before I
die, I can say that I lived the best life my entire life.
I really don’t know what else to say, except, Google can
answer almost anything and everything.
Love,
Me.
