It was a time of great change and a time of new beginnings. I walked through the crowded and bustling halls of the oh-so-pretentious Edward S. Marcus High School with bright eyes and excited, nervous energy. Naïve and innocent, I had not a clue as to what to expect these next four years to be like. Everyone always claims high school is the “time of your life”, so that is what I expected. In hindsight, I would not say high school was the time of my life, but I will say it helped shape me as a person. This “shaping” process was at times painful and at times exhilarating, but I am thankful for it now. My first year in high school, I was on the volleyball team, and I was Homecoming Duchess. I also dated the good looking football player- yes, I realize this is starting off so cliché and idealized sounding, please bear with me. The hallways doubled as my catwalk, as I strutted from class to class all the while schmoozing and climbing up the social ladder each step I took. Looking back, I laugh because I was never one for schmoozing or small talk, and I am still not to this day. Then my sophomore year came, and I received a reality check. After playing volleyball since I was in the fifth grade, I decided it was not for me anymore. I also broke up with my football player boyfriend whom I had dated since the fifth grade as well. Everything that was comfortable and familiar to me, I no longer had. In addition, I failed my drivers test on my 16th birthday which was devastating. My parents bought me a one series two door BMW prior to me driving on the wrong side of the road and failing my test. Yes, I drove on the wrong side of the road. You heard that right. In other words, if my ego had not already been knocked down a few notches, it for sure was now. Before I knew it, my sophomore year had come and gone. I was now a junior staring blankly at college applications and anxiously waiting for my SAT scores to come in. My freshman year I would’ve told you I was going to attend TCU and be a cute little sorority girl on her way to earning an MRS. degree. By my junior year, I knew that was not in any shape or form what I wanted for myself. After I decided volleyball was no longer for me, I enrolled myself in AP classes which gave me a much different perspective on what I wanted. I had just begun tapping into my learning potential, and I wanted more. By this time, I would classify myself as a full-blown nerd. My friends had all started partying on the weekends, and I was not about the party scene. Morally, I disagreed with a multitude of my friends’ choices. I spent a great deal of time with my parents for this reason. My parents and I have always been extremely close, but they truly became my best friends as pathetic as that sounds. Honestly, they make some pretty great friends, and I am so grateful for them. If it had not have been for them, I am not sure I would have been able to cling to my morals as strongly as I did and avoid the party scene which got many people in serious trouble. My senior year was my favorite year by far. I did a lot of personal development and discovered all kinds of things about myself. My previous years in high school, I did things because other people wanted me to. I never did what Sydney wanted to do. By my senior year, I was as selfish as could be. If I did not want to see you or talk to you, I did not. It was lovely. I was apart of yearbook with all my friends. We drove the teacher crazy, but it was so much fun. I won a senior superlative- best dressed along with Conner Dimoush- a boy who lives across the lake cove from me. I discovered I am passionate about working out and eating healthy. I found cross fit and Pilates. My mind was clear and my body was functioning as well as it had ever functioned. I had a new-found motivation and drive. Being selfish was the best thing I could have done for myself, and I recommend everyone be selfish if you are from the ages of 16-25. I received my acceptance letter to Austin College, and I could not have been more excited. The world was full of opportunities waiting to be taken, and I was going to do just that. All in all, my time in high school changed me for the better. From the day I walked into Edward S. to the day I walked out of Edward S. for good, I was not the same person. I realize and acknowledge that I am an incredibly privileged child, and the issues I wrote about are so miniscule and petty in the grand scheme of things. At the time though, they did not feel that way. For the time being, I know what I want, and I am on a mission to get it done. I thank Edward S. for the good times and the bad, and I look forward to how these next four years at Austin College may reshape me once again.
