COLUMN: It’s only the beginning – Web Exclusive

Janica Kaneshiro | Editor in Chief

Lather, rinse, repeat.

Sometimes I feel like my life is a shampoo bottle, and by that I mean doing the same things over and over again.

School, sleep, repeat.

It’s just human nature to get into routines, and let’s be honest, for people like me; it’s downright scary when something in my routine is out of place. I get up at the same time every school day; I work the same days each week; I even take the same routes to my classes every day.  Call it OCD if you want; If I’m five minutes behind schedule, my whole world feels a little tilted and rushed, but mostly my day just feels interrupted, and I think most people agree that a few little changes can make a normal day a bad one. 

Now the biggest interruption of all is snaking its way into my routine: college.  But oddly enough, that’s okay with me.

These four years I’ve settled into a good routine at MHS, and I’ve worked hard to integrate my world into the worlds that belong to the flow of people I pass each day. Now at this point at the beginning of senior year, I feel like I’ve done just that. For me, it’s something to be proud of.

I’ve moved several times in my life. Each time my parents break the news I feel like my little world I created around me is coming to an end, but eventually, I find a way to learn to go with the flow of my new place. Now applying to college, I know I’m preparing for another move. 

Though it’s sad to think about leaving behind the friends I’ve made in high school, this is the first time in my life that my future looks bright rather than murky. Walking into the great unknown has never been so appealing before.

It’s like visiting Cancun. Whether you’ve been or not, it’s going to be a great experience whereas a trip to Idaho seems a little more like punishment.

College for me is the Cancun trip of a lifetime. As scary as it is to apply, and wait for acceptance letters, the idea of running with a new crowd, of going with a new flow doesn’t seem like a punishment like it has in the past.

I have one more year to make my time worth remembering here at MHS, but looking into my future move, I can’t help but see the opportunities ahead.

Never before have I felt limitless, and now the ball is in my court.
This next year that lies in front of me isn’t my grand finale, it’s cliché, but so is high school: it’s only the beginning.