The Last Semester

  I Am Composed I am composed so do not strike for you’ll see  a shift in my poise one day that’ll alter the way your eyes see my composure

When I was young, my family and I would always bike from our house to the park and then get ice cream afterwards. Every time taking the same path: through the neighborhood, turn right onto Williamston Road, down the hill, to the park, and then to the ice cream store. I had taken this path before I even learned to ride a bike, riding in the carrier attachment of my mom’s bike, eventually progressing to riding the tandem bicycle with my mom, and finally graduating to my own. From my perspective the path was relatively easy , as I had traversed it plenty of times. As I progressed to my own bike though it became an entirely different struggle. Riding through the neighborhood was easy, it was a familiar path that I had used to train while beginning  to ride my bike. There were usually no cars and the roads were wide making it very peaceful to bike through.The issues arose when we turned onto the main road. It was scary as cars flew by as I rode down the street, balancing my bike between the

  Is my mind often ponders when I sleep. I reflect on the things I have done that day, my future, and my past. I imagine myself and the things I wish to do and become and how I have grown from the past. Which leaves me nervous for what is to come, not knowing what my future entails or what mistakes I have made in the past. Perhaps I should’ve done this and not that or maybe I shouldn’t have done this and did that? Perhaps I should stop analyzing too much And accept that I will continue to shape my life. Yet, it is scary to jump into the unknown abyss, that is the future.

 Final grades for semester 1 were finalized on Friday. Today, while the the second week of semester 2, is basically the start of the second semester of my senior year.  My last semester in high school.      I have obviously been looking forward to this last semester throughout my high school journey. I've heard seniors from previous years talk about how this semester is the best one of high school. This is where you declare for college, start making preparations for the future, and where high school becomes easier. Yet now as I am here I feel excited and nervous for what is to come, but at the same time I feel I missed part of my high school experience from the global pandemic. While this is the fault of no one it is still upsetting to me and often makes we wonder how many of my experience over the last year could've been very different.      Would have I not broken my leg during the first game of our football season? Without COVID would I have been able to go to the gym throug