Mustang Pride Never Dies


{photo courtesy of Tim Davis on the Reata staff}
There are so many things I have yet to cover on here from the past week or so. And I'd be lying if I promised to catch up this week as the events just continue to pile up. But, I'll make my best efforts in these first few weeks of summer.

{freshman year mustang pride with Makenna and Amy, one of our first football games as actual mustangs}

Tonight I'd like to honor the fact that tomorrow is my last day of high school. Wow. I can't believe I can say that. A day that I've been anxiously awaiting and dreading all at the same time. So long to slipping on the red staircase, postin' up at the 1.8, or getting through the congestion of underclassmen in upper orange. So long to the 28 teachers I've had over the years that have inspired me, taught me, and totally killed me with mounds of homework. I bid adieu to the Cheerleader Mustang on my car tonight and replaced it with a white longhorn. And it looks just right. The yard sign has been cleared out and even my mom and dad's cars have been updated.

{sophomore year homecoming parade with Sterett and Meredith}

My next-door-neighbor, Caroline, will be a freshman at MHS this fall, so we've handed down some of my Memorial memorabilia to her. Selfishly, sometimes I forget that Memorial will live on without me and my classmates in the halls and classrooms. But, it existed before we all invaded it and will continue to thrive with the faces that have given it life with the grades below us. And not to toot our own horns, but I have to say that I think we left it better than when we got there.

{junior year homecoming game night with makenna, sterett and tess}

Here's a few things I will miss about high school:
Home-cooked meals
Quiet studying areas in my house
Quizzes and minor grades that easily boost your average
Familiar faces
The comfort
Certain teachers and friends (more on that soon)
Pep rallies
Parents always being there, less responsibility
Mingling during passing periods
High school football

And the things that I will not miss:
PDA in the halls
Curfews (not that I really had one, but my friends did!)
The tedious busy-work homework assignments that served no purpose
Seven hour long days
Begging to go to the bathroom or get water (is this prison or school people?)
Having your parents sign thousands of papers they never read
Being squished in a cafeteria to eat lunch
Standardized testing
Eating a sacked lunch
The bathrooms

So, a big thank you to MHS. You have provided 517 kids with what may have been some of the best (or some of the worst) years of their life. No matter what, you gave us four years that were defining, unforgettable and to quote my speech...that will ultimately launch us into adulthood. A mere seven hours remain.