Real Talk

I thought saying goodbye to my middle school was hard. Trading everything I knew, my comfort zone with the 24 other 9th graders and moving to 900 sophomores.

The beginning was scary, I had about 6 friends from middle school, other than that I only recognized a few people from way back in 3rd grade. It was very interesting seeing how much those people changed while I spent 6 years at a small charter school. That first year of high school I grew in a lot of ways and moved on from a lot of things, I made so many new friends and I'm still thankful for them. I was finally able to figure out how to best get along with my mom while dealing with my own problems. I went to New York City for my first time and fell in love with the city and with Newsies.

Junior year was hard but in different ways than sophomore year. I was able to meet even more people and had the best group ever in my english class that year. I went to my first school dance, and was turned down for the first time for Sadie's. I grew even closer to a lot of my friends and lost some others along the way. It honestly wasn't anything too special, but I'm glad that I was able to have the experiences that I did. I feel like there is more that happened junior year that has been repressed because I can't think of anything else.

This year I joined the swim team and made so many friends, I don't know how I went so long without knowing these fantastic people. I also fell in love with biotechnology. I also took one of my favorite classes ever and gained a new appreciation for poetry in this class. Ever since I was little I thought I would be going to BYU, that's just what I was raised to think, then I realized that BYU is just not my school, it's not the perfect match, I decided on Utah State where I can have the major I want and escape the "mormon bubble". I was turned down for Sadie's twice and Preference once, but I am so glad I was because I was able to have so much more fun with the boys I ended up taking, two of my best friends. Prom wasn't what I had imagined; set up the night before with a junior I had never met. He was really nice but it was the most awkward date I have ever been on, I also thought I was going to die on the ride to the Capital and the ride back, seriously the boy driving was the scariest I've ever experienced.

I may only have taken one AP class in my entire high school career, but for me that's okay.
I may not have done everything I wanted to while in high school but what I did do was fantastic and there are so many things that I'm so glad I did. I have so few regrets and I'm really pleased that it is that way now.
I'm proud of where I am today and how far I've come since finishing middle school. All of the memories I've made and friendships that have grown are not to be forgotten.
So here's to all the first kisses, last dances, and ACT tests.
And here's to the class of 2015, we've made it this far together, now it's time to head out on our own and make new memories and find new friends.
Best of luck to all of you.

Sylver Rayne/Kirsten Cluff

Do Your Own Thing

I remember visiting Lone Peak fro whatever reason when my sister went here. I always thought I would eat lunch sitting ton the steps of the Commons, surrounded by countless friends now I could care less if I sit by the Knight or if I sit in the 300 hall or any other hall of the school. I guess my point is it doesn't matter where you sit, if you're the type to sit by the Knight Statue, go ahead I won't stop you, if you want to sit in one of the manny identical halls, be my guest. Sit where you're comfortable, wherever that may be.

My Heart Is Getting Tired

My heart is getting tired.

It's tired of chasing wasted potential. 

Exhausted from an endless marathon of trying to get to you.

It has tears from getting caught on your spiky, trap-like heart.

There is never enough time to stitch itself up before it encounters more thorns.

My heart needs a break, a nice 30 minute sunday afternoon nap. 

If I let it rest it'll keep asking for 10 more minutes.

But is there really anything wrong with 10 more minutes?

To My Fellow Seniors

Remember the last day of 9th grade? Finally done with middle school but knowing you had to start at the bottom of the food chain again in the fall. 

What about the first day of sophomore year? Thinking graduation would never come, that we have all the time in the world to do whatever we want. 

Now we're almost to the last day of senior year. Almost ready to walk across that stage and receive our diploma and then be on our way to the real world of adults.

The next month will be full of remembering, remembering all the things we did and regretting some of the things we wish we had(or hadn't) done. 

So in the fast paced excitement of this coming month, don't get lost in all the senior activities, and AP tests, make lasting memories too.

One day, many years from now, we will be remembering this time in our lives. Remembering these last weeks of high school. Our last summer before growing up and moving on. These will be the carefree , adventurous times we will call the "good old days". 

life is not a walk in the park.

Life is learning.

Life is beauty and peace.

Life is loving with out fears.

Life is striving to better yourself.

Life is trusting that if you fall you will be caught.

Life is being accepting of others.

Life is being willing to try new things.

Life is tolerating even the most obnoxious coworkers.

Life is dealing with the bad days to appreciate the good ones.

Life is falling in love with yourself first.

Life is not a walk in the park.

Life is so short.

Life is not to be wasted.

Life is doing something rebellious because you're only a teenager for a few years.

Life is letting go and moving on because it will be better in the end.

Life is skinning your knee on the black top.

Life is cherishing the little moments and not letting them pass by.

Life is something to be cherished. 

Your life is unique to you.

Life is about the experiences we have.

Life was never meant to be trouble-free.

Life is not a walk in the park.

The Future.

Isn't it interesting that in the past humanity has looked at the future with such high hope? They thought that by now we would have flying cars and teleportation and so much more amazing technology. While we have advanced immensely in creativity, this generation seems to view the future as much more dismal. Think of the movies, books and television shows that depict apocalypses and dystopian worlds. This is what we see the future holds. We are no longer as hopeful, envisioning a shining world with the latest advancements in technology, we are seeing a world destroyed by ourselves. 

And maybe that's not far fetched. Maybe we really are headed that way. Maybe we'll advance so far in technology that we will overthrow our own species by creating something we can't control or by a power-thirsty ruler taking over. All I can say is that I hope I'm not chosen at the reaping or my brain eaten by zombies.

Mes Chaussures