First day of senior is bittersweet

Aug. 25 was the first day of my senior year.

It wasn't like any other first day of school. There was this sense of accomplishment as I walked through the same hallways I've walked through for four years now. This year, I was the top dog.

The big 12th grader. The ones that the underclassman fear.

But that didn't matter to me. I wasn't interested in telling a lost ninth grader that their class was in the opposite direction they should be heading. I wasn't worried about being intimidating.

I just walked those same white hallways on my way to class like I always have, but this was different. There was this aura that overwhelmed me. This sentiment, this outlook and relief.

I thought back to my first day of high school and remembered how scared I was. The school was so big. Looking for my first period class I accidentally walked into the wrong room and there stood all seniors. I knew I wasn't in the right place. My cheeks flushed red and I awkwardly turned around and tried to find the right classroom without having my nose glued to my map.

Let's just say, I am very happy that I will never have to have another first day of high school.

Yet, it's bittersweet. I'll also never have another last first day of high school. And I think my last first day went great beyond expectation. I like all of my classes so far. And my teachers are pretty cool, too. Though one day doesn't define a year, after my first day, I'm confident that this year, my senior year, is going to be one amazing time.