What a year it’s been. It’s a cliché, but very true. It’s had its ups and downs, and who could have ever predicted that my senior year would be so eventful?

I remember that I had been making plans for my senior year since about my sophomore year. I decided I was going to be all reckless, do whatever I wanted whenever I wanted, especially in my last semester. Yet, as I learned by actually being a senior, sometimes our plans don’t go as we think they will. Sometimes unexpected things happen. Things change, and yet some things never do. I thought I was going to be a completely new person my senior year, but I found myself following the same old patterns every time. Going through your last year of high school is not like what people say and not like the movies make it seem.

You’re still in school. You still have expectations to meet if you want to graduate. There’s an enormous amount of pressure and stress put on you as you make decisions that will ultimately affect you for the rest of your life.

There were some good surprises about it, though. Our school publications started a really nice broadcast that I never thought we could do until it became a reality. I never really expected to have such a great opportunity to share my words with so many people, and I certainly never expected to get such positive feedback.

For those who have followed my writing since the beginning, I thought I should give you an update. My father has still not been able to return to the United States, and he will not be able to come to my graduation as I had hoped.

Of course, something can happen so quickly and change the way you think. You never really realize that something is almost over until you’re at the very end. I would like to note, however, that even though I’m closing the door on high school, I will still write my columns from time to time over the summer. You can save the tears for later.

I hate that I’m coming to the end of my time in high school publications, but my work is far from over. I will miss many things about this school, but I hope I can find as much joy as I move on to college.

The weird thing about passing time is that you never really notice it until it’s passed. We spend so much time heading towards little goals and landmarks that we miss everything else on the way. We have things to keep us busy for the time being, and then we’re all done before we know it. Sometimes we can forget that we never really stop moving forward. We forget that every single moment is part of a story, not just the highlights. It makes the stories less interesting, but we can all try to do better in the future.

As someone named Steven Moffat wrote, “We’re all stories in the end, just make it a good one.”