The beauty of school

Senior reflects on back-to-school blues

by Krishna Bheda, Senior Columnist

Courtesy of Krishna Bheda
My light brown curls bounced and my light-up sneakers flashed as I strutted into the room, past the bright neon “Welcome to Kindergarten” sign. With my my mom’s hand in mine, I quickly scanned the room, soon to fling my arms around my mother’s waist because I had spotted an empty chair and was excited to sit down. After offering her smile, I ran and plopped myself down on a tiny blue chair that sat barely ten inches off the ground. I then started talking to a girl. After only meeting her for the first time, in a matter of moments, we were best friends, or as good of a friends as a four old can be with a girl she has just met.

It is now fall of 2017 and I am going to be a senior. I still love the first week of school. I am not going to lie—school is tough. After a full day of school and a two hour musical practice, going home to four hours of homework is not the most appealing idea. Even though I dread homework and often feel jaded after a long day, I still love high school because I have found the joy in waking up every morning and looking forward to all that I do.

To me, it’s the little moments that make school exciting. I still love the first week of school not only because I get to hug my friends for the first time in months and really catch up, but also because the smell of sharpened pencils and brand new books motivates me to learn. I also love getting to reinvent myself. As teenagers, we are still trying to figure out who we are. Personally, I know that I am always changing and coming back to school each year gives me the opportunity to be who I want to be for the year. I get to make new impressions on people I haven’t seen in three months and on teachers who don’t know me.

Sure, last year you got in a fight with your friend, and your favorite teacher gave you detention, or the girl you liked didn’t go with you to homecoming– but now, it’s a new year and a fresh start, and that is the beauty of back to school. I look forward to the apprehension and excitement of finding out that my best friend is in my Statistics class or being excited to make a new friend, as I always have been.

As a seventeen-year-old, sometimes it is harder to walk up to people I don’t know and be best friends with them in a matter of minutes; however, just as I did when I was five, I have found the little things that make me enjoy coming back to school.

This piece was originally published in the pages of The Winged Post on September 6, 2017.