Tonight I worked concessions for the pool I work at. It was a girl's fifteenth birthday party, and her parents had rented the pool so she could party with thirty of her closest friends. (She also got a car, but that is a whole other story.) Her little sister asked me if I was going to be a freshmen next year with her sister. I laughed and said no, but as I watched the Birthday Girl splash around with her chums from the concession stand I thought back to when it was at that time in my life.
I was fresh out of middle-school with bangs and an attitude to boot! I was so incredibly excited and ready for high-school. To prepare for the big freshmen year I decided to grow out those awful bangs. I had let my mother convince me that my forehead was too big, but no more! That summer I volunteered at my church's VBS and met the love of my life- Robert Miller. He was going to be a senior in the fall, but hey! I aimed big.
I had no clue of all the things that life had in store for me in those four pivotal years of high-school, but there is no denying that those four years helped shape me into the person that I am today. As I watched the birthday girl swim I cam to a stunning revelation- I miss high-school. Not in a "I wish I could go back way:, but more of a "I should have appreciated what I had way" I always knew that I would miss some aspects of high-school (i.e. show choir and my friends), but I never thought that I would miss high-school as a whole. But I do. It is just such a growing time for everyone. No person is the same person they were as a freshmen when graduating as a senior. So I wish the Birthday Girl luck. I hope that her high-school are years of growing, even if she does have a few growing pains.
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