By Molly Brauch
If high school had a Declaration of Independence, it would grant each girl the rights to boys, baseball, and the pursuit of a perfect prom dress.
I never thought that the Our Father could make me cry. I never thought that I’d be speeding toward the end of my high school career with more friends than I can count. I never thought that things that were important to me in eighth grade would seem silly to me now. Everyone always complains that high school changes people, and while that might be true, change isn’t always such a bad thing.
I started from the bottom. From the very bottom, actually. I only knew three girls in my entire grade coming into high school. I worried about my grades constantly and didn’t get out very much. Fast forward to senior year, I have some of the best friends in the world surrounding me. I know now that my grades, while important, aren’t the beginning or the end of the world. And yes, I even get out on the weekends.
I’m a bowler by trade, and even though I won’t be continuing the sport competitively in college, I know it’d be impossible to forget the lessons that my coaches and teammates have instilled in me the past four years.
I’m a theatre geek and a choir girl. I’ve been in numerous plays and three Selder spring musicals, and I find now that it isn’t enough. Four Christmas concerts and four spring concerts later, I know that all I want to do is stay with my theatre friends forever and keep performing. Still, I’m getting too old for this, and it’s time to let the new talent shine.
Girls, high school will be the craziest ride of your life. You’ll love and hate every minute of it all at the same time. Hold on to your best friends, but don’t be afraid to move on. Even if you go away to school, keep in touch with your Cincinnati crew. You’re going to need these people one day; after all, they’re the people who know you better than anyone else. Talk to everyone. Be kind to everyone. Make at least one person smile a day. Pray a lot. Love a lot.
“When I stand before God at the end of my life, I would hope that I would not have a single bit of talent left, and could say, ‘I used everything you gave me.” – Erma Bombeck