My time in high school was anything but extraordinary. For the first two years, I went to a school in the bay area, surrounded by creative, technology-oriented people. I lived with my mom, brother, grandparents, giant golden retriever, and guinea pig, Bugsy. My Freshman year was spent trying to catch myself up on all the stuff I seemingly missed in elementary school, learning lines for drama class, and generally trying to get a handle on the whole "high school" thing. I asked a boy to a banquet and then couldn't go because I asked too late, went to Utah for the second time, and avoided my Religion teacher due to many differences of opinion. I spent a couple weeks the summer after the school year ended in England, Wales, and Scotland. That trip remains one of my favorites to this day.
My Sophomore year wasn't that different, except I quit drama, replaced it with yearbook, and spent most of my time writing songs in my bedroom for no one but myself (and, as I learned later, my grandparents. The walls were thin). My life was filled with Troye Sivan lyrics, origami dragons, and crumpled paper filled with ideas I'd decided weren't good enough. I won a writing contest and got a scholarship to a college I'm not going to attend. Bugsy died towards the end of my Sophomore year, and after a summer of heartbreak, Scout became a dear companion. I took piano lessons for a while, got calluses on my fingertips from guitar, and drove to school with one of my best friends while sipping Earl Grey tea. Looking back, I was happier than I realized in the moment. I wasn't in the best place geographically, but I was in a good place mentally.
By my Junior year I was living in Sacramento and had somehow ended up taking two English classes, both with more Seniors than Juniors. I befriended many of those Seniors, and some are still close friends of mine now. I spent Saturdays at my grandparent's house, started writing for this website, and practiced for a Les Mis audition that didn't go to plan. I still worked hard for the musical, and that experience is one I will hold close for a long time. My time was spent reading up on Romantic Era poets, learning music for The Messiah, and developing a strong addiction to coffee. Scout died in March, I had my heartbroken in April, and some of my best friends graduated in June. I spent time in Seattle the following summer, which turned out to be one of the best parts of my 2017. My Junior year had a rough beginning and ending, but a beautiful middle. Looking back, I'd consider it to be the best of all four years.
My Senior year was about as busy as they come. I was the Religious Vice President for SA, had a job with a retired teacher from the summer before until the end of January when I eventually quit. I participated in Pirates of Penzance as one of the General's daughters, and spent lots of time working up the courage to participate in a poetry open mic at a nearby library. Speaking of poetry, I wrote mountains of it. I took film and photography, wrote some articles for Journalism, and went to the fall banquet as Alice (as in Wonderland) where I got to wear a giant black bow headband. I went to England in March where I spent hours with four of my five cousins and then spoke in front of my entire school two days after returning home. I went kayaking and running and spent the majority of my time being very content with where I was. I was stressed and cried a lot, but I was still very happy.
High school for me wasn't anything extraordinary. I traveled a little, met some cool people, and wrote some things I'm proud of. I have lots of great stories that you'll inevitably hear about in the years to come, but it's not like I did anything extraordinary. If anything, my life is shaping up to be crazier now that I've graduated. I'm spending the summer in three countries, and this month has will be spent interning for a nearby theatre, and I'll continue doing that through much of July as well.
I don't think your life needs to be extraordinary to be amazing. I have been blessed enough to be surrounded by extraordinary people in some of the most ordinary of places, and I wouldn't trade them for anything in the world. In 1,391 days I traveled the world, had my heart broken and then mended it, and wrote lots of poetry. I started this website, made friendships that will last a lifetime, and read tons of good books. Although anything but extraordinary, those 1,391 were some of the best of my lifetime. If that's what ordinary looks like, I'd love to spend the rest of my life as ordinary as possible.