Daily Archives: January 31, 2011


Its interesting to look back and see what my plans for college were seven-months ago. I felt pretty confident about going to Missoula at the time– it seemed like the best place I could go in-state; it had my major (I was seriously considering journalism at the time), the perfect distance away from home, and a “new-place-to-explore” atmosphere. I shared these plans with my friends and family, and even began to buy a few things for my dorm. It seemed like my path was set, and that the only thing between me and my future was senior year.

Fast-forward to today: I’m planning on going to college in Bozeman and majoring in Biochemisty.

Why the sudden change? There are multiple reasons: 1. I decided that journalism was no longer a feasible career choice. 2. Missoula is a very odd town… 3. I don’t like being around mass populations of people who don’t shower regularly, play disc-based games obsessively, and play acoustic guitars in awkward circles.

Those are just a few reasons, but I’m sure you get the picture. 😉

Basically, Bozeman is just better (and they have a really sweet-looking dorm building that I’m hoping to get a single room in).

I’m looking forward to the months ahead. With all of the college activity,  it seems weird to think of myself as a high school senior. It reminds me of something a former English teacher once said while discussing why she enjoyed teaching Sophomores the most. “Freshman are wild– they’re too ‘new’ and still trying to figure out who they are. Juniors are looking forward to being the kings of the school next year, and seniors are mentally lost in the months ahead.” Looking back on my high school career, I find myself agreeing with her. If there is any “normal” version of the high school student, it will probably found in the sophomore class, where the students are too young to be lost in what’s ahead and too old to be excessively awkward.

I’m also a bit sad to let West go. I remember walking through the halls of West on my first day of Senior year, thinking of all the people I was excited to see. When I realized that some of these people were gone (they were former seniors who graduated last Spring), I was pretty depressed. It’s almost as if seniors “fall off the grid” after graduation; they are no longer apart of the enclosed high school community. They are now a full-time member of the “real” world. I realize now that in a couple of months I will join them. I will abandon my younger friends at West and officially enter the “real” world.

I will be one of the “missing” people next year.

“Anyway, I kept standing next to that crazy cannon, looking down at the game and freezing my ass off. Only, I wasn’t watching the game too much. What I was really hanging around for, I was trying to feel some kind of a good-by. I mean I’ve left schools and places I didn’t even know I was leaving them. I hate that. I don’t care if it’s a sad good-by or a bad good-by, but when I leave a place I like to know I’m leaving it. If you don’t, you feel even worse.”

The Catcher in the Rye by J.D. Salinger

How will you say good-bye to high school?

– Will