You've just got to do it.

With an, 'I know I can, I know I can' mentality.

Senior year, oh how long I’ve been yearning for you. Day one, you hit me hard. I was so excited to walk through those doors as a SENIOR. I went to every class, had insiders with old teachers, mingled with peers and made new friends. The whole day went by and not a tear had rolled down my pretty little face. I thought too soon. As soon as the 2:15 bell rang and I gathered all my stuff and went out to the parking lot, it hit me.  I was a senior, this is my last year. Last year’s graduates were in the parking lot and it just made everything so much more real. They’re out there going to college now, they get up when they want, attend classes they want and work super hard to buy things they want. This is the last year for a lot of us to take advantage of what we have NOW.

It’s only been the fourth day of senior year and I’m a bit sick of it already. Yeah I bet a bunch of you wouldn’t have guessed it. Megan Khay Phimmasone is finally all senior-pooped out. It’s not senior year that has me all exhausted. It’s the people. You know that first day feeling, how you can’t wait to go and see all your friends, enemies and acquaintances? Well, that got old real quick. Yeah, I’ve seen them. Now I’m done.

Ok, time to quit being a Negative Nancy. Everything from here on out is going to be excitable. I’m going to make do with everything put in front of me. I’m going to keep my whining and complaining to a minimum. I mean it’s the last time I’m going to be doing a lot of this and I don’t need to waste minutes at a time doing something stupid. Make what you want out what people give you.  I didn’t complain about the crazy scheduling. It was my last time getting a high school schedule, why complain. I didn’t whine about Mr. Cote, this is my last year with my favorite teacher. I didn’t whine about going to cheerleading practice or following the dress code and school conduct. This is it. The standards in high school help you become the person you are in the future. The dress code makes us look better and will keep us looking classy in the long run, rather than trashy like…. [Insert ghetto school here]. Teehee.

All in all, I’m glad this is my senior year. And I couldn’t be any happier about who I get to spend it with. The staff are welcoming, the students – well they’re students, the environment and the education it’s all excellent. I'm going to take everything, and make it big. It's a go hard or go home year. Seriously. If you've wanted to do it, this is the year, this is it. It’s been a great 12 years one more to go.

Scholarship Essay

My first scholarship essay submitted.
The times finally here, to start applying.It's never to early to start.

What was the most difficult time in your life, and why?

How did your perspective on life change as a result of this difficulty?

 

Not everyone is perfect, despite what they say. Every person stumbles upon a difficult time or hardship in their life. Sometimes it’s something as small as being scared to leave their mommy and daddy on the first day of kindergarten to having to apply for college their senior year of high school. Times get rough, we learn from it, and we move on.

I’d like to say that I am almost an adult and I’m growing up faster than I’d like. College is just around the corner and regardless, of how excited I am, I’m terrified of going away and leaving my family. They’ve been preparing me for the time I’d have to pack up my bags and leave to pursue something bigger and better. They’ve been preparing for the day I’d have to say, “Goodbye, see you later.”

Considering I’m only seventeen years old, I believe that the most difficult time I’ve had in my life would actually be this past year and it will continue into this year as well.  As a teenager I’ve said that I couldn’t wait to go to college to escape high school, to move out of my parent’s house, and to not be considered a kid anymore.  Now that I’ve thought about it, I can wait. I’m not ready to schedule classes on my own. I’m not ready to push myself to get up in the morning and I sure am not ready to push myself to continue schooling for four more years. Just when I thought school was finally going to be over, I remembered that college was next.  I’m not ready, but I’m going to have to sooner or later. I guess the time is now.

Junior year was beyond difficult. Our teachers stressed how everything we did would be important. They made sure that we wouldn’t slack off. They hammered the fact that our junior year is what really sends us to college. They made sure we received all the information necessary in order to take the ACT. They pushed us. Now that senior year is here, it’s time for all of us to apply to colleges, to send our ACT scores, to go on college visits, to think about what major we’re going to pursue and to get ready for the next four years of our lives. This is the most difficult time of my life.  These are the things I’m going to have to do. My teachers can’t hold my hand during the visits or pick my major for me. They gave me all the information and it’s my job to take it and make what I want out of it.

As of result of all this thinking, I’ve learned that growing up isn’t always what it’s cracked up to be. It’s not all about fun and games. You do the things you have to do, so you can do the things you want to do. It’s as simple as that, even if we don’t necessarily think it is. I’m going to have to grow faster than I thought I would. Senior year here I come. Ready, set, go.

I'll post again this week.