BY ROBERT CELLUCCI ON JANUARY 16, 2014
A memoir to high school,
As this will be my last article I found it fitting to make it about firsts. My last days of high school are upon me as are everyone else’s in the senior class. And as much as I have dreaded this place, I must admit that I am somewhat envious of someone starting out. My first day of high school at Rose, I did not know anyone. Mr. Knight took me in through his band programs and I slowly tried to get my bearings. My first day of high school consisted of failing to speak to a pretty girl who invited me to sit with her because I had nowhere else to go. It consisted of people who thought my name was Roger, and awkwardly avoiding correcting them. It consisted of terror and fright of a new strange world, one that came to be known as high school…
In those moments, I did not know the story that would await, the friends I would make, the things I would learn inside and outside the classroom. The people I would infuriate. The detentions I would sit through. The laughs that would be had. The good and bad teachers that awaited me. It was a world of firsts. And so my advice to someone starting out at this crazy backwards institution is to enjoy the small moments that will make it bearable. It’s all too easy in all the complaining and ranting to forget the positive. I have never been one for optimism but even I can say that there were moments that mattered. Remember and look forward to old and new friends, those that will take you through the good and bad times. Those that will make you grow and maybe even those you will make grow. Those that for me helped inspire me to ask why.
Enjoy every small moment, whether laughing about the oddly piss colored walls at certain sections of the school that you could swear are supposed to be white or planning a movie marathon with a group of close friends. Or the joke that is uniform enforcement, whether that be a girl hiding in the bathroom because her skirt is an inch too short or a guy getting away with wearing wrong colored shirts every day. Laugh, you’re going to need it. Enjoy the great teachers, the Mrs. Knight’s who will make sure that every class is memorable, enjoyable and that you learn more than you ever thought you would want to. Enjoy the skip days, where for some odd reason you and your closest friends are all not in class and rather enjoying the wonder of Chinese food. You have exactly 7 absences in each class, trust me it’s easier if you don’t go over 7.
This is an ode to the passing of days as well as to my time here. I assure you through all the stories, the accusing of bomb threats, through the people’s names I forgot, though the dances, through the in school suspensions, through singles awareness day, through lonely lunch tables to friend full benches, always tomorrow has been less terrible. As I move on from this place that I have wanted to leave since day one, there is a nostalgia that goes with me. Remembering the things that were valuable that I learned here, the friends that I could only dream of years ago, the lessons I learned and the adventures that were had. Whether for better or for worse, I am not the same person that went in this place. I encourage every one of you that while complaining about the endless nonsense, the total insanity, the madness that is high school, remember and enjoy the good moments. We have a tendency to focus on the bad. If you are like me, you will hate high school, but trust me when I say that when it ends, I not only leave as different person than I entered but I bring apart of Rose with me. Whether that be friends, teachers, experiences or maybe just well timed failures. Goodbye Rose, goodbye journalism, goodbye to those who have made high school more bearable and worth attending. And as for us seniors,as we move on to the next chapter in our lives, hopefully a more free chapter, I am reminded of American Beauty, “remember those posters that said, ‘Today is the first day of the rest of your life?’ Well, that's true with every day except one: the day that you die.” And we’re not dead yet.