It is with a remorseful smile that I say goodbye to this school year. In all honesty, I can't truly believe that it is already over for I feel as if this semester began only yesterday. But, as of today at approximately 10:40am I finished the last exam of my grade 11 year...and it still hasn't sunk in.
Looking back, it has been a crazy year, one full of a lot of great memories as well as the bad, of course. The definite downside to this school year was hurting my shoulder back it November, and the highlight was without a doubt Italy. Even though cat-fights occurred and friendships were tarnished, walking around the streets of Florence was magical. I parted ways from the crowd and got lost within the beauty of the stone walls...as well as getting lost literally as well. I was never scared, however, I was the epitome of calmness and serenity. I kept walking, taking random turns, walking down the cobble stone streets, and I would eventually find myself on a road I remembered...before I would turn back to the labyrinth of side streets and begin a new journey, content I could find my way. I think, even above Rome, Florence was my favourite stop along the way, it was there that I received a taste of true freedom.
Looking back on the year, I am happy. A part of my wishes that, perhaps, I would have studied a little harder for that test, done a little better on the assignment, or tried a little more at that practice, but I have no regrets. I accomplished a great deal this school year and am amazed at it. I will not know my final marks until next week but I feel confident, I know that I gave it all that I could in the time frame I was in. It is easy to look at a test mark and think I should have studied more, but not as easy to look back at the nights you spent studying and remember the stress you were under to finish one more assignment or one more essay.
It is with fright that I say that I am no longer in grade eleven; as of next Thursday, I will officially be a senior. After that, it is only one more year. Only one more year within the confines of high school. Only one more year of spending my lunch hours at the pool. It really is frightening...and exciting at the same time. I can't say that I feel I am completely prepared for my graduating year, but I certainly am eager to be one step to my dreams of University.
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