I went on my trip to West Virginia. I started packing the night before we left at like eleven o'clock. Big mistake, because I was up early to finish packing and then left to meet the group off of HWY 12. The entire time before we met them I was in a horrible mood, sassing everyone and everything possible. Even once I got in the car with the group and headed to Indy I was still very cranky. It wasn't until we got to the awesome hotel that I finally let go of my poor attitude.
The trip to my surprise was a blast. We did a lot of things that I had no desire to ever do before. If I had to take the trip all over again I would.
After we returned from our trip we had a week off. I spent my time sleeping in and then heading up to FCS a couple times to finish up projects. That week over all was really difficult. My closest friends are all younger then me. They were in school and I was not. I pretty much turned into this obsessive freak with them. I would meet them in the parking lot after school let out, call and text any moment I could ,and probably more creepy stuff I didn't even realize. The facts are I felt left out because I was no longer in high school- something I really didn't want- and because I had nothing to do to distract myself- something very odd for me.
Friday finally did roll around and Senior Chapel was on. It meant so much for me to be able and sing in the worship group for my very last high school, Faith Christian School chapel. That was a moment I have thought about since entering high school. For it to actually to be happening was a little bitter sweet. It was like I had reached the end of the tunnel to see an empty field on the other side, not the glorious valley I had expected.
That same Friday was Awards Night. Like every awards night I had attended, my group of friends and I sat in the back, talking and goofing off the entire time. The same people got called up for the academic awards- which is good because they earned it, but annoying because it takes two hours to hear it. Then the Character awards came up. It was nearing the end of the program and we were all ready to get out of there. As Mr.Skrede got up to define and annoucne the awards I personally tuned out. I was interested in who won them, proud of them for what they have shown to the faculty, but ready to go home. Mr. Skrede explained to everyone what the Joshua award was and then ... called my name. I was grateful and excited to have been thought of in such a way. After accepting the award I realized that the Miss. FCS award was next. I was curious to see who won the award. I was actually talking to Ben when I heard my name called. He started clapping and told me to get up. It took me a moment to realize that I was being called again, but this time for the Miss. FCS award. To be recognized in such a way was and is an honor! And something that I take pride in and hope that even as a college student and adult I continue to bring that title justice.
The following day was graduation. It was a busy morning, so the fact that I was graduating from the school I have been at for 8 years didn't sink in until I was sitting in the school library waiting for us to line up. It was odd to be standing in a cap and gown saying good-bye. I never expected to be emotional. In fact I held it together pretty well in my speech until I got to the part on Mrs. Sass. I sucked it up and kept reading... then my speech ended. Alright, no tears. Just have to present the scrapbook to the Yorgeys and done. Well, as I explained to the audience what it was, and why I was giving him it, I lost it. Throat tight, tears flowing.
I managed to gather myself and prepare for my song. I was nervous about my song. I put this pressure on myself to go out with a bang. To show all those people who had doubts or never heard me, know I could sing. After I got done I realized it didn't matter. I could have sang my heart out or just mum med a little tune. I was happy with it, and that's all that mattered.
To be apart of such a great school is one of my proudest traits. I'm not going to hide the fact that there were people there that pissed me off, rules that I disagreed with, and days I wanted to be "normal" and go to public school. But in the end those people I couldn't stand taught me that the world is full of those worthless people. Those rules I disagreed with taught me to suck it up and listen to it anyway. Those days I wanted to leave made the good days that much sweeter. But over all , all those moments were over powered by the amazing people there. The amazing teachers and friends I have out of it. The experiences I had trumped all those annoying rules and bad days. When people say that high school is the best days of your life, it is beyond true!
The days after graduation were difficult. Again my friends were still in school and I had nothing to do. The freakish obsessive Cayla came out. But each day it got a little better.
Today I have officially been a college student for a week. All my graduation festivities have come and gone, I have been babysitting non stop, and have completed two out of 16 classes.
The college environment is all together different. I don't know every teacher, I don't know every students story. But then again, they don't know me either. I have the chance to re-write my story. As I zoned out the other day in Math class I realized however that yes, I am going to change. I am growing up and am in a entirely different world. But over all I'm happy with the person I am. I realize now that MCC is not FCS. They are completely different places- have nothing in common, and no connections. Except for one thing- me.
I have been blessed to have been able to attend FCS. The people, experience, and environment has had a huge role in shaping who I am. As I embark into this unknown journey I have the chance to take a little bit of what FCS represents and spread it. Take it on to the people I encounter and the things I do while at MCC. To have that opportunity is the least I could do to give back.
So much as happened, and so much more will this summer.
Until next time ...
