endings.
Tomorrow is the beginning of the fourth quarter of the year, the home stretch. Time before we graduate is limited; two weeks until spring break, then a few before AP exams, and then we don the caps and gowns and leave Harvard-Westlake, hopefully a little bit smarter than we were when entered.
A part of me doesn’t want to graduate. Maybe it’s because I transferred in 10th grade, but I feel like I’m not ready to leave H-Dub just yet. There so many people in my class that I’ve barely talked to, so many things on that second semester to-do list, and so little time.
Yesterday at around 2 pm, our boys varsity basketball team lost in the Southern California championship game. After the final buzzer sounded, the entire crowd felt a wave of disappointment. It wasn’t until lunch with my friends that I realized: Today is the last day I would wear my cheer uniform. The last time I would lead “Wolverines in the Front” to a crowd of fanatics wearing red. It was the last time I would go up in the air, and the last time I would use my red and black pom poms.
My pompoms are sitting on top of my cheer bag. I have yet to wash my cheer uniform, because I know once I do, I’ll have to fold it and put it away in my cheer-designated drawer.
Time is traveling too fast. I’m not ready for my cheer career to be over, but it already is.
-Angela
