Like many others in the world, I went back to school a couple days ago. My final year in high school and it, honestly, was nothing special. I walked into the same old school, went to class, went to lunch and complained about summer ending. Same old routine that happens every year.

But unlike every year, this year was a bit different. It sure felt the same, but I know it wasn’t completely just another year. Then it hit me. This was my LAST year. My GRADUATION year. These people I’ve went to school with for what felt like forever, i’ll probably never hear of their names after this year. We’ll be all over the province, and even the world pursuing our own personal dreams and post secondary plans. For most of my graduating class, this would be goodbye. Although I would try to keep in touch, it won’t be the same.

I’m not one to complain about things in my life, but one thing I have complained about is how I dislike my high school. Maybe it’s the soon to be “graduation goggles” or the blur of hindsight that makes me kind of miss it. Back when I was a grade nine, and I thought that grade 12s were so big. Back when Vice Principals were actually on our side. Back when we thought we’d never go through these four years as fast as we did. I’d have to say, i’ll miss it.

Aside from all this thought and worry self instilled into my head, I managed to get through the first few days fine. I got to school the first day and to my pleasant surprise, had my favorite physics teacher for homeroom. I have to admit, I wasn’t pleased with the scheduling of my classes and the line up for course and scheduling changes were longer than my patience. So I waited.

My second period law class was phenomenal. It was a shame really that law was one of the subjects I decided to drop. I was an amazing crown lawyer last year and I was planning to continue the streak into my last year but I was just too busy. The teacher is really funny but there was a lot of work behind all of the laughs.

My third period, let’s just say, thank god my friend has a big build and let me sit behind him. I fell asleep 3 times in the span of 75 minutes. How is that even possible? The teacher was great, but the first class wasn’t the most exciting thing ever.

Last period! Math, mathmathmathmath. I had the best teacher possible for my advanced functions course and i’m loving it. But too bad I switched out too. For some odd reason, it always seems that the math teachers know i’m good at math… Is it because i’m asian? Or do they have secret dark meetings about how good kids are at stuff? Or maybe he would see something about me? I don’t know. I’m usually one of those kids that keep up the average in the class though. Not to be bragging or anything though.

My schedule completely changed from THAT to something a bit more favorable. I haven’t tried out my new classes yet so i’ll keep you updated on that. For now, good bye!