Senior Reflection #1

I entered high school expecting it to be wholly intimidating and intense. I remember being five years old, regarding high school students as if they were titans, reigning over all who were younger. I expected the textbooks to be epic tomes, thousands of pages in length. I expected the hallways to be massive, making me minuscule in comparison. It's funny how much larger things seem to us when we're small. I formed all of these notions when I was too short to reach the kitchen cupboards. High school was a little underwhelming, I'll admit. Not in terms of fun; it was a blast in that respect. But it wasn't as, I dunno... grandiose as I was expecting. There was no drastic change, just a couple of subtle variations from middle school. I know that I've changed drastically since then. I'm not sure if high school itself has done that; I think it's the people I've met along the way that have done that.