The day has finally come where I get to stand on the Rosen stage and receive my diploma. It seems so surreal because I don't remember a time when I wasn't a pirate.
As May comes, things on campus get sentimental. Seniors are graduating, and the year is arriving at an end. Personally, I am also looking at a new journey next year.
I talk about how it feels to do my last performance at Stevenson.
Pain surged through my fingers as I persevered through the last sentence of my short essay question. The crackling of my joints echoed as I straightened up in my chair. The waning moments of the exam were approaching, and I had finished just in time. As I placed my answer booklet at the top of the pile, I was officially liberated from the AP Biology exam, as well as from the stress, worrying, and physical fatigue that trailed along with it.
On a bright Sunday, students shot each other with chilly tap water while running on the Day Boys lawn like children in elementary school.