This school year, all in all, has been a confusing and stressful time but, since it has ended, I can only feel scared for what it will be like to grow up.
Since the last column I have written there have been many things to write about, but I haven’t written them. I haven’t written about prom, my sister’s/brother’s graduation, my school year, what I would like to call the “injustices of the school system” — or even my new puppy.
I hope to write about all these things and more over the summer months and develop better, more formal, written works that are more “newsworthy.”
Up until now, I have written about myself and my thoughts in day-to-day life but I’d like to write more about things from the eyes of an everyday high school student — if it is to fill people with a sense of nostalgia, to change the interactions of a few people in a small town or if it is to shed what little light I have on the truth about our education system and what I believe to be true about our political practices.
Recently, it has been hard to find what I want to say, but I am writing this now to tell myself that I will write again and tell about all the things that both matter and do not.
Annie Blakeley is a rising junior at Richmond Senior High School, is a band and chorus student and a member of First United Methodist Church in Hamlet.
