Your senior year

[Wiccaness]

So i'm about to start my senior year of high school in about a month :yay:, i go in on the14th......why i go in on a Thursday beats me:confused2 ......

But i just wanted to know how some of your senior years were?
Was it the best? the worst? was it fun and all that?

and so that the none seniors or soon to be senoirs don get left out :silly:
how do you hope your senior year is?

[Dlou444]

I think I had fun.
What I remember most is being VERY SAD toward the end of the year. Thinking how the comfort of the daily grind that I had been used to, basically, all my life would soon be gone. That no matter what, I'd never be doing "this" ever again. And that all these people that had become such an important part of my life would eventually be reduced to either never seeing again or part of a 10 year reunion type thing.
It just all seemed so sad and mind boggling to me.

Even the excitement of STARTING my life, finally, was dulled down by this pain of something very large...almost everything I'd ever known, being over, forever.

Now that I've depressed you....I'll move on to other happier threads. :Bolt:

[Blondie Bear]

I was terrified. I was suddenly among the oldest people in the school, all of my friends had left (I was never great at making friends my own age; they all tended to be 2-4 years older), and I had to start looking at colleges. I was also lonely because I didn't really fit in with my class. They were friendly enough, but they'd all already made their groups, and I wasn't really part of any of them.

Now, 10 years later, I skipped my 10-year reunion partly because it was too far, but mostly because I hated every second of high school and decided I didn't really want to see any of those people again. A very few of them have bothered to keep in touch over the years, so why should I fly halfway across the globe to go meet up with people who don't care whether I exist or not?

Could just be my bitter streak talking, though.

[VisionGuy]

All four years of high school were different experiences. Senior year for me was about growing up. I no longer acted up like the years before because I wanted to be OUT of high school for good. Since it was the last year, I started to get really irritated wanting to be done and over with. It felt like it would never end. Anyway, I forgot what the question was but senior year was fun.

[Lyri]

My high school was different from other high schools...or at least, my year was. We didn't have any of those 'cliques' that I see on TV or hear about from other people. The geeks hung with the jocks, the jocks ate lunch with the barbies, the barbies took the skaters to the Formal. We were pretty much a clique of 200 people. There was no one I hated, no one I was glad that I was never going to see again, and, apart from an ex who shall remain faceless (this happened WAY after high school finished) there's no one I'm hoping to avoid at my reunion.

We were known as the rebel year of our high school, The Inivators, as they now refer to us. Some people here already know some of the tricks that we did during our last months of high school. They were so bad, that we kinda, not technically, all got sorta got expelled two days before we were due to leave. It wasn't written down that we were expelled, but everybody got the message. The staff were scared of what we would do on our last day, so they called us all up on the Saturday and said 'Hey! Don't come back!' lol.


One of our worst pranks was CARRYING one teacher's sports car up to the hockey fields, where no path or roads lead, and where the only way to get down is a flight of concrete steps. The boys all carried the car, and the girls TP'd it and covered it in shaving foam, with the words 'Class of 2001' written on the windshield. Well, it's not like he wasn't gonna guess it was us!

There's another thread 'round here with some other tricks we played, but I can't be bothered looking! lol

[white avenger]

why i go in on a Thursday beats me:confused2 ......




You go in on a Thursday most likely because your teachers have spent the first three days of the week preparing their classrooms, study materials, and lesson plans, while being constantly interrupted from this important work to attend endless meetings about such earth shaking topics as how many sack lunches are going to be served in the next year while the cafeteria is being remodeled, why the traffic flow in the staff parking lot this year will be from North to South as opposed to the way it has been for the last 25 years, South to North, and why the parking permits this year will be suspended from the rear view mirror instead of stuck onto the windshield. (My wife's a school teacher)

Also, because you start on a Thursday instead of the next Monday, you get to count that entire week as having attended classes, thus getting out a week later at the end of the session.

[Blondie Bear]

The junior college I'm teaching at starts on a Thursday, as well. It's retarded.

[Lindsey McDonald]

I loved my last year of High School. It's different over here, because we spend 7 years at Primary School, then 4-6 at High School. I stayed on till the end of 6th year, and it was great. The teachers actually treated us like adults, and we (finally) got free periods to do what we wanted with. There were tons of S6/Staff coffee mornigs etc, and we got a common room. A tiny common room, but we took what we were given. I think we had such a good year because the previous year had been dreadful. They ended up being told to just go home a few days early too. A few got expelled on their last day. That meant we looked great in comparison, so we got tons more freedom.

It was sad at the end though. You'd never think you'll miss school till you actually get to the point where your time left is measured in days rather than months.

[Lyri]

Senior year for me was about growing up. I no longer acted up like the years before because I wanted to be OUT of high school for good.

That's because you finished high school at 18. I have an excuse. I was 16 when I finished high school.

[Joyce Summers]

Senior year..erm, rocked!! Ahem.

It was my favorite year of high school because everything, well, seemed to come together. For one the teachers began treating us like we were actually people and not bugs to be squashed and you sort of developed this 'Nothing can knock me down' confidence because you were the oldest.

I remember it being the year of the most outings though. There was like three Senior retreats for some reason and then plus the stuff our group did ourselves. I remember pranks....not that I ever pulled any. More I watched with amusement as OTHERS pulled them, haha. I remember the Yearbook coming together in a slightly crazier way than usual- like everyone tried everything they could think of to get themselves in their as a main feature. The result? People look through it now and think we were an entire class of nutcases. They are probably right...

I mean there's stress, sure, what with SATs and exams and exams for exams and college interviews, but generally it was definitely one of the more relaxed years of high school. Kinda like 'Hey, we've finally found out how it all works'. Plus the girl on my cheerleading squad who was a total bitca in junior year transferred to some school in Idaho, haha.

Favorite memories would have to be the Senior...well we called it the Senior Love Fest. It was basically where we all had class of '99 written all over our clothes, our skin and we had this little handmade '99 bandanas around our heads, we went out on the street and did the whole 'Honk if you love seniors' thing and loads of the teachers got involved too. A memory that will always stick with me is Miss Perry, who was almost a literal senior herself by then, dancing in the street with a bandana around her head while waving class of '99 banners at everyone. She also sang.

Other favorite memory was senior prom. I never though junior prom could be topped and then voila! It happened. I loved the professional photos that we paid for. There are some really cute shots to look back on. And some I have to say look as though we're trying to mimic the friends cast posing wise.

The last day was so bittersweet though. It was like 'Yay graduation!' and 'Yay, no more high school!' but aslo 'Oh my god, we're leaving the school safety bubble' and 'oh my god, what if I never see these people again?'. It was sad...definitely a bittersweet tone. I think Oz worded it perfectly when he said 'We survived'.

Oh great. Now I'm all nostalgic.

[Superstar]

But i just wanted to know how some of your senior years were?
Don't remember much of it. I tended to sample product that I had for sale.

[Bluebird]

My last year of school wasn't as big as an ocassion it should have been. You see, my original school - NK Secondary, I loved. Honestly, it was just the best and I have so many great memories from then and the people were all childhood friends from primary school. In our 5th year (6th being the last) our school got closed down, to be demolished:(

We all had to move to this other school - Cleveden Secondary and it was a terrible place. If it wasn't for the fact I wanted to pass my exams I wouldn't have went. We, from the old school, felt so out of place and excluded.

Although if I never went to that school I would never have met my friend Steven, so something good came out of it.

And as for pranks, my friend was the cause of most of them. I remember on the last day he was walking up to the school when the police stopped him. He was carrying eggs in his hands when a police car sided up to him. Police asked 'Last day of school?' He said 'Yeah.' Police said 'OK' and drove off hehe.

Also on the same day he spray painted a swear word in giant letters on the front of the school and got himself expelled on the last day :lmao::blush:

So overall it wasn't a big deal for me, I was too relieved having finished my exams to notice it so much.

[InsaneMystic]

My last year of school (4 years elementary, the 9 years Gymnasium for me) was a somewhat mixed experience, but overall the positive far weighed out.
The time between our final one-week class trip to Tuscany (which was at the end of 12th grade, so 13th could - in theory - be all about learning) and graduation was the time in my life I felt really best, having a lot of atractive girls around me every day to flirt with (gotta say there were some major hotties in my year and the year below me, including one I still consider second in beauty only to one other woman I've seen in the world!), lots of parties to attend, and fun both in our school's drama club and the RPG group I was in with some schoolmates.
However, I was also scared of finishing school - not because of the final exams (I was rightly optimistic about the written ones, and needlessly nervous before the oral), but because I feared my social life collapsing after graduation; I never was good at making new contacts. Thus I did so NOT want to leave school! Actually, my fears proved correct (self-fulfilling prophecy much?), as post-grad and college were some of my most lonely and depressing years, and I didn't get a network of friends/good acquaintances as good as I had in my last two years at school until I discovered the wonders of the Internet, many years later.

[chiigusa]

My last year of high school sucked. A lot. Most of my good friends didn't go to school with me and the few friends I had at school were getting on my nerves over and over and over again (I guess that happens when you hang out with mostly very immature boys who would rather smoke up than talk about...interesting things). I was so happy to get out of that place because I felt I didn't belong with those people. Luckily, I've found "my" people now. Better late than never.

But, if I cried at all at the ceremony, it was probably out of joy of never having to see those people ever again, hahaha. I went to an out-of-state college just so I wouldn't have to go to the same one the people in my class were going to. Thank goodness.

[Mesektet Ra]

Senior year? Wait...when was that again?

Oh, right. Well.

My senior year was...a blur. Mainly because, if I'm perfectly honest, I barely showed up for half my classes. I got sick of school and pretty much quit showing up near the end of junior year. [Yes, btw, I got my diploma. In summer school. Because I wanted to graduate with my class.]

The days I showed up were...alright, I guess. Everyone was all depressed and hanging out and bonding and crap, which I never jazzed on because I kind of detested half the people in my class. I wasn't going to college right out of high school, so I knew that I'd be seeing most of these people again anyway because the town I live in is relatively small. I went to my Senior Prom, and went to my choir's Senior Night but skipped out on the Senior Arts Symposium [which is like this day where the seniors don't have to go to regular class and go to all these arty kinda things instead - like painting, sculpting, acting, dancing, etc.] because the administration chose the schedules for you instead of you choosing it yourself, which is messed up.

I dunno. I spent most of my high school experience hating the place and most of my class, and senior year wasn't exactly any different. I danced a damn jig when I finally got my diploma. And no, I didn't miss walking. I didn't want to go through the entire ceremony anyway - I wasn't planning on attending even when it looked like I was going to graduate on time.

Still freakin' class of '05, so WHAT WHAT.

[Aethra]

My senior year just ended a month or so ago. I have to say, I loved it. In general, the beginning sucks compared to the end. Not only to you have to college hunt, and go through the painful application process, but your teachers still take you seriously and expect you to do work. Onced you hit the halfway mark, though, the party starts. You hear back from your schools, and teachers begin to lessen the load, because they know you probably won't do it anyway. Or, at least mine did. But I only had two classes at the end of my senior year. My math teacher, whom I've known since I was about two, and who taught me Precalculus and Calculus, gave homework every night, weekends included. Until a month before the last day for seniors.

It wasn't even the freedom or respect I got from teachers that made it great, though. Senior year was the one year filled completely with electives, so I got to take classes I actually wanted to take, with teachers I loved (one of whom let our very small class the previous year play a card game called Shithead, which involved lots of terrorizing freshman, and another of whom popped popcorn and watched). Because of the freedom of my schedule, for my last quarter, I had only Shakespeare adn Calculus for actual classes, and they were both very easy. I also had an independent study at the same time as three other friends, so we would leave for hours, as lunch was right after our study, and go to the beach, go downtown, to a coffeeshop, or take a picnic. Then I left school early after math, when most people were still stuck there for another class. It was a great time.

As for events, though, some highlights:
Spirit week. It was my class's last one, so we made it worth it. Running into the gym at the pep rally and moshing at the center, cheering the school cheer, was so fun.
Senior banquet. Only downside was that it was formal, and I LOATHE dresses. That night was the first time I'd worn one since my eighth grade graduation. It was such fun, though. Beside the fact that EVERYONE pointed out that I was in a dress. There was lots of yearbook signing, chilling, picture-taking, and the senior video my friend made was just hilarious.
Celebration Graduation. First night I stayed up 24+ hours straight. There was just so much to do. Balloon people, dance (Fiesta themed), pizza, magazine cover pictures, fortune tellers, airbrush tattoos, midnight bowling, more food, hypnotist, raffle prizes, inflatable obstacle course, pool, foosball, etc. Then there was our awesome bus driver, who told us to rock that bus harder than any other. The wheels were seriously a foot at least off the ground. Then at the very end, she let us use the emergency exit door. What a way to go out.

Oh eight, dominate!

[eponinethen]

What I remember most is being VERY SAD toward the end of the year. Thinking how the comfort of the daily grind that I had been used to, basically, all my life would soon be gone. That no matter what, I'd never be doing "this" ever again. And that all these people that had become such an important part of my life would eventually be reduced to either never seeing again or part of a 10 year reunion type thing.
That's pretty much how I felt too. When I was younger, I can really unpopular, I was a nerd, I hated being in school, it sucked. But in high school, my whole class started to hang out more and more, and in 12th grade (last year of high school) we all pretty much loved each other. We all had lives outside of our school, so we didn't feel the need to be "popular" etc. (those kinds of things didn't exist anymore), we all just hung out, liked each other, and had fun.

Study wise though. Gah. I didn't have time for much except for school, even though I wasn't in school as much as I was supposed to, I was exhausted all the time. I pretty much studied, watched Buffy and slept (and partied on the weekends).

[JollyApe]

Mine was...well, it was mainly a waiting period until I could go off to Uni. Spent most part of the year preparing for University, so I can't really remember much of it. But I'm sure it was terrific.

[randiann]

Mine was WAY too busy. Too many activities, too much to do. All I did was apply for scholarships and colleges, go to after school activities (I was a basketball and track manager in order to get my PE credits in so I could graduate, French Club, Honor society, Superintendant's leadership class, HOSA, etc etc). I was also taking vo-tech classes concurrent with my high school classes, which required me to do "clinicals" (I got to go work in hospitals, nursing homes, etc. a few hours each week) and was taking 3 AP classes, so I was really REALLY busy. Burned myself out big time (don't do that). Took alot of naps in my truck to avoid going to calculus after lunch... But I still managed to do it all and graduate in the top %5 percent of my class!

Now I'm going to be a senior in college this year and what am I doing? Burning myself out. Right now it's the kid, work 30-35 hours a week, and do my internship 20-25 hours a week. Once fall starts, I'll be taking 17 hours (all upper division classes, so lots of papers) and then one intersession class during winter break and 18 hours for spring. Also with the part time job (I'll cut down my hours to about 20-25 a week though) and the kid. But at least I'm graduating in one more year!

Ah, and then the task of grad school...when will it end?

[Wiccaness]

Reading all these post jus gives me mix emotions for it all. On one hand i know that it will be a sad time when the end is getting near, but i guess i'll just have to wait and see to see if its the best the worst or an ok year:smile:

[definition of insane]

Senior Class of 2000 baby!

It was fun. There was so much going on and I'm only from a small town so we only have a graduating class of about 80 (considering our grade 8 class was close to 200, what does that tell you?), but we all had our little clicks but still mostly got on fine.

Our senior camp was hilariously fun. There were committees all over the place, I was a bit of a nerd (still am)...I was chairperson of the cultural committee so I had to organise like the school play and Anzac day ceremonies and stuff as well. We also had to learn like one of those progressive dances because the girls on the senior dinner committee (like a prom, except you have to sit and eat and they make you invite your parents so it's less fun and more formal) wanted to, but on the night itself they were too busy getting photos so we never ended up doing it.

Oh! And the guy that had been a pain in my backside for the past 9 years of school got punched in the face during the guys beer and prawn night (it's in the last week of school, and the girls have a wine and cheese night...basically you go and drink) which made his date cry because she was worried about how the photos were going to turn out....Cordy anyone?

I still friends with a good handful of people from school so I have fond memories of it ranging from okay to fun.