Short Story By Joshua S. Olsen Some were excited for kindergarten, some wouldn’t let go of their mom’s leg. We started to learn. ABC, 123, grapes are purple, sticking play-doh up our nose is bad. All the important stuff. We wanted this to last, because, for some, crayons were still meant for the mouth. The next five years were the same. Adding, subtracting, finding theme, learning a bad word, making BFFs. Eventually we made it to the top, 5th grade; only to find that we would be sent to the bottom. Middle school. This was when school got hard for us who actually did our work. Negative numbers, negligible teachers, abhorred enemies and still theme. As if it wasn’t bad enough, they threw in puberty. Nonetheless we made it to the end again, and then back to the beginning. Fresh-meat they called us. Some made it big with sports, others stayed small. Most paired off with the popular hot girl or that shy boy. Others of us became a single pringle. Sophomores were softies. School hadn’t changed; we either had an F and were cool, or an A and were a nerd. Junior was the hardest year. ACT, AP, break-ups, make-ups, food, sleep, repeat. Senioritis kicked in for those of us who hadn’t found it Freshmen year. Finally we made it to Senior; free periods and top of the world. But we were still stuck with theme. Senior Sunrise, Letterman Jacket, Class Rings, Senior Sunset. Tears are shed, goodbyes are made, graduation happens, and now your back at the bottom. Here we come, college. So, maybe it wasn’t a musical, maybe it wasn’t always happy, but we tried, and we made it. Was it worth it? Probably not. But now we’re done; now we can move on. Our whole life is ahead of us. And to think it all started with nap time in kindergarten.
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