Yesterday, while studying for midterms, I stumbled upon the remote. And feeling that I could use a "short break" I clicked it. One of my favorites was on, Boy Meets World. That was enough of an excuse to quit the exhausting academic experience and pursue the action of watching.
The episode dealt with changes which occur in our lives, especially during our last year of high school. Being a senior in high school myself I couldn't help but notice my great solidarity followed by a river of tears. That apparently, is the result of out love-hate relationship with the "education" institution which we call "school".

During our time in high school we undeniably felt hate towards the educational system as well as for some of our peers. I assume I do not only speak for myself (although I'm sure there are exceptions) when I say that high school was worse than "not fun", it was a TORTURE! Waking up every morning in hours too early to function, to see peers who are not always the most sympathetic creatures on the planet just to be given assignments by teachers who don't always respect us.

Now as senior year is almost coming to an end, you realize that it is the time to conjure a yearbook, one which is supposed to give us a brief summary of our high school experience. What do we think if it? We hate it of course, we wish to keep those memories away, those pictures of peers, of teachers, of teen angst. But some day, when we are much older, have a family, have a job, we will slowly pace towards a dusty shelf and pull a dusty thin hardcover book, look at those horrifying pictures (horrified to see the hairstyles of the past) and even though they belong to hard times, we will never be able to pluck these out. We will only remember our wonderful friends whom you miss, our teachers which by giving us assignments taught us responsibility (at least some did if at all) and the times when your only challenge was waking up very early in the morning.

Each of us have departed on our own way to settle into great adventures, perhaps marriage and children, jobs and bills and taxes. Do you remember the age when you did not know the meaning of these words?

Times change and we must do everything to cherish them. I wish I could have realized it sooner.