Importance Of Graduation Essay

Being a high school student, who is expected to be the perfect worker bee, I am required to hump around a ten-pound backpack through the halls of a school that smells of sweat and hormones. My backpack, black with polkadots and covered in buttons, is six years old, and has yet to snap under the pressure of - one AP U.S. history book (which I never use,) one chromebook that cost me ten dollars and can’t charge a phone for anything; two broken pencils, dry markers, loose papers with sloppy handwriting from near carpal tunnel, one eraser, a pack of gum, hair-ties, deodorant, candy wrappers, spilled cornflakes, $15 Victoria Secret perfume, a can of ravioli that lacks both nutrition and deliciousness, eyeliner for when I’m running late because I was up past 2 am, and a note explaining that “Acadia stayed after class for make-up work,” signed with a 12:23 pm. These things I pack and repack everyday with the expectation I will need them for one thing or another. My aching back attempts to hold them up, while I try to straighten it and carry self-confidence. Confidence I will turn in that essay. Confidence that I will finally bring my grades up. Confidence that my shirt isn’t that dirty and it …show more content…
I carry fear for my future, and fear for the what if. I watch people pass me by in these smelly halls and wonder if they carry the same. If they hold the fear that we won’t make it. If they share the weight that if we don’t try that our lives are just dust in the wind and we will fade into history. I wonder if we’re all just rotted wooden posts struggling to support the future of our lives. I think, and I think, and I think too much, my mother says. I over think the fact that I’m still so young and life is a cliche rollercoaster that didn’t give me enough time to check my seatbelt. I pull around these heavy thoughts that stack on the weight with my backpack, and it adds such a pain that I may need to start carrying Tylenol. Still so young, I think. Still so