This year is my senior year.
I’ve talked about some of implications that come with that in my last blog (which you can find here), but there’s a lot of other things to consider.
If you’ve read my last blog then you have heard about my fascination with the excitement surrounding senior year and homecoming. I briefly mentioned that all of this is bittersweet, but with this blog I hope to center in on that feeling a bit more.
There’s a lot of lasts that come this year. One of the lasts this year is homecoming. This is my last homecoming. This urged me to be a bit more school spirited. I planned to dress up every day. This didn’t necessarily go exactly how I planned, with multiple alarm issuing occurring that caused me to wake up like ten minutes before I had to leave. Despite that, I dressed up for three of the four days (with Friday being arranged differently due to it being the day of the pep rally, parade, and game). I had fun dressing up with an excuse. Even with specific dress up categories in place it was fun to be creative and come up with outfit ideas that managed to fit each theme while showing individuality.
I was also given the chance to be a club sweetheart for HOSA. The whole experience was stressful, and nerve-wracking, and exciting, and so validating, after four years of being an active member of the club. The process was more complicated than I ever imagined it would be. I had to find three outfits (one for the pep rally as well as two formal gowns for the parade and game), create my trojan heads for the car, find a car to ride in, create my crown, fill out forms, go to practice, take LOTS of pictures, and manage to fit everything in one day without passing out from stress and exhaust from the week (this isn’t necessarily a part of this blog’s story, but I had to take the SAT the morning after homecoming and it really really sucked and I want to be able to complain about it as much as I can).
Through the experience I was able to search for individuality and creativity within myself, work together with others (including my family, friends, and those who worked to make everything that happened during homecoming possible), and learn not only to persevere through stress, but to also take something from it.
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