- Fall Sports
- Winter Sports
- Spring Sports
- Hard News
- Player Profiles
- About Us
By Ayush Kumar (May 2012)
You know, I romanticized about writing this in my mind tremendously back when I started at the beginning of junior year, even to the point that the novelty has worn off slightly. It was more just curiosity – how different would I be at the end of a gruelling couple of years? How would my views on things change? What would a “perfect” last column look like?
Still, as the last few weeks of high school days wind down, I can’t help but feel that “perfect endings” aren’t all that they’re built up to be.
Senior year is a testament to that. I probably planned out about 30 different perfect endings to different things, but a grand total of two actually panned out.
Leaving BHS, more things have changed than I would’ve wanted, but fewer things have changed than I would’ve expected at the beginning of freshman year. For example, back then, second semester seniors used to seem like some sort of alien creatures, spending more time time lounging out on Cypress Field than one would think humanly possible.
But it isn’t until it happens to you that you truly understand what it’s like. Of course, due to this year’s heinous weather, the lounging has been postponed, but all the symptoms of senioritis are there, with Scramble looking a whole lot more fun than Spanish homework.
It’s funny that when you look back upon larger periods of times, it’s the little things that stick out. The hilarious incident that happened in the Language Lab that one time, the first time discovering the fourth floor, the stupid meme fad that swept the nation earlier this year, and so on.
Perhaps even more funny is what things haven’t changed. We grew into seniors, but there’s the same old frustration waiting in line in the cafeteria, the same ridiculous music trends (we went from Soulja Boy to Nicki Minaj) and the same Facebook squabbles which you pretend to not see.
So clearly, in a medley of imperfection, it would be unrealistic to expect a “perfect” end to Ayush Ablaze. Suffice it to say that in the chaotic ride at Brookline High, coming back to this has been a relieving constant, one where I can truly just get away from it all for a few minutes.
Ayush Kumar can be contacted at email@example.com.