As I move on from High School and into the world I'm reminded of when I walked into my first day with fresh eyes and a confident spirit. The bright sun highlighted my eagerness. I walked into class before anyone else got there. When the teacher came in I flashed him a big smile. Then he walked to my desk, looked at my schedule, turned to me and said "Ms, you're in the wrong class." And thus began the experience inducing exhausting jog and I call High School. Cheers!