Goodbye Yellow Brick Road
Ava, Maya, Kelsey, myself, Sara, and Bryn soft-smiling it for the camera before graduation. We have ourselves fun, however sweaty, photoshoot in Sara's backyard. Photo by Kris Izenstark KJP Bracelet // Lilly Pulitzer Dress // Similar Wedges |
Myself and my coveted acceptance letter Photo by Michael Redsrone |
Fast forward (it was, indeed, fast) four years and I was standing on the edge of that stage gurgling out the words "you'll find us always true" through tears. It was incredibly emotional and powerful.
Just a gal and her cap Photo by Michael Redstone |
High school is the kind of environment that tends to be hated or loved, and I experienced both. During most of my underclassmen years, I still hadn't fully figured out who I was or what I wanted to be. I definitely made some mistakes, big and small. But once I hit junior year, my love for GBN increased exponentially.
It's so easy to hate school. It's so, so easy to say, "screw school spirit, I'm gonna leave the Loyalty Day assembly early," or "when will I ever use this in the real world?" or "I hate everyone here and can't wait to leave." The words roll right off the tongue, and I unfortunately heard them pretty often in high school. I absolutely uttered them once or twice too. But what changed was my attitude.
Nothing quite like a cake with all of the colleges you and your best friends will be headed too. Photo by Linda Redstone |
Wearing green and gold or dressing up for spirit days does not make you some kind of weird, over-spirited loser. It shows that you're carefree, spirited, and you want to be involved in your school community. There's nothing like walking down the hall on USA day and seeing the whole school decked out in red white and blue.
My parents saved my life about a million times in high school. Photo by Kris Izenstark |
The people are the best part of high school. I know, I know, but stick with me for a minute here. I know it's not the same everywhere, but I went to preschool and graduated high school with some of the same kids. Watching everyone grow, mature, and find a path for their future was such a cool thing to see. But beyond that, each and every person has silly little nuances and ideas and talents. People are amazing and high school classrooms are no exception. There of course will be people we can't get along with, but all I'm asking is that everyone is given a chance.
High school was a rollercoaster for me, but I honestly would not change a single thing. Graduating was emotional, but I'm so excited for college. I didn't truly understand "bittersweet" until now.
Goodbye yellow brick road, indeed.
Girls at my school, in unspoken tradition, wear white for graduation. The end of an era and a beautiful clean slate ahead of us. Photo by Michael Redstone |
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