This sucks. I am a senior in high school, and I don’t get the one moment I’ve waited for my entire life. I’m also not going to try and hide the fact that I feel this way or feel bad for feeling this way. Essentially, I have worked my entire life for this one moment that won’t happen. Yard signs are great and all, but they can’t replace my final quarter of high school or my graduation. I was supposed to be in a theatre showcase, graduation, Senior Sunset, Baccalaureate mass, a senior last night at boondocks, senior farewell assembly, in-person class, bazillion blast, fun times with my friends, and a 4th quarter, but it was all taken. The reality of these facts is that I do think that quarantine is necessary, and I want my family members safe too. However, that doesn’t mean that I cannot feel bad about the fact I won’t get the rest of my senior year. I need to stop seeing juniors, sophomores, and freshmen, saying that they don’t care. It hurts, and it hurts more when others invalidate your feelings. For the past three years, I’ve sat through commencements waiting for it to be my own, but now there won’t be a traditional graduation ceremony. I won’t get to go to hours of monotonous practice for events that probably would’ve been painful, but at least the end would be rewarding. None of these material things bother me as much as missing time with my friends. I am moving away for college, and my best friends are also moving away for college. Despite the summers and breaks, it won’t ever be the same. We’ll move away and grow, become better people. Yes, we’ll still connect, but not in the same way as high school. We won’t ever have a class together again, be high schoolers ever again, see each other every day, and these things seem trivial, but they aren’t. A senior year expectation is that it will be a special year that belongs to you. I was supposed to be on stage with my best friends and take pictures after. The last time our entire class will ever be together is not going to happen. Also, I won’t get to learn the alma mater barely and forcibly sing it with all my classmates that don’t know it either. It would’ve been embarrassing, but it’s part of the high school experience. The fact that it was impossible to know that our last day would be our last day, I never got closure. My last day of high school is technically May 19, but it was really March 12. I just want to be done with high school, because maybe then I could leave this daily cycle of remembering what I have lost. I’m sincerely sorry to all the seniors who missed anything this year, it’s valid to feel mad, sad, or anything else, you deserved that graduation. We all did.