Goodbye.

As we slowly creep closer and closer to the end of the school year, saying that dreaded word has turned into a reality and not in the break out into song and dance sense.

I never thought I would feel sad that I’m leaving MHS. In fact, my friends and I dreamed about it during our sophomore and junior years but this year feels different.

I feel different.

As a senior in high school, waiting for colleges to determine my future the thought of actually branching out and going off into the “real” world has suddenly hit me. And it’s scary.

Does it mean that as soon as I hold that diploma, I’m an adult? I’m grown up? What does it even mean to be a grow up? Do I even qualify?

For the longest times, I’ve wanted nothing more than that, to be considered an adult. But when it’s being handed to me in a silver platter of sorts, I suddenly feel reluctant to grab it and run.

Because the minute I do so, I know that I will be saying goodbye.

College acceptance letters, if you’re lucky, rejection letters, sorry guys, or waitlisting letters, join the club, will arrive in about 2-4 weeks.

OUR future will be enclosed in a letter and then decided.

Our lives are about to drastically change within months.

MHS, the one constant in our life that we sometimes depend on, is not going to be there any more.

Our friends, our favorite teachers, coaches and extremely nice secretaries won’t be in our everyday lives.

MHS encompases every person we rely on or want to see on a daily basis.

And whether you like it or not, MHS has made an impact on you.

From sports to clubs, your peers to your teachers, your friends to your enemies, they have all had an impact on the person you are today.

You might hate that but you have to deal with it.

So don’t stick your head in the sand and go on telling people that MHS didn’t affect you because it did.

And if you don’t like that impact, then too bad.

You probably didn’t make the most of your once-in-a-lifetime high school experience.

Or maybe you did and you still didn’t like the results.

Regardless, you were still forced to learn from them and MHS was the one thing that you always had to fall back on.

But now its gone.

Now what?

Oh that’s right. The rest of our lives.