#seniorszn

[joanninkshop]

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[sahreesworld]

#sunday #sundayvibes #sundaywalk #senior #seniorszn #fitnessmotivation (at Manila Baywalk Dolomite Beach) https://www.instagram.com/p/ClcllIWyj9f/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[alexd-l]

Full disclosure: This is my first journal exercise and I’m not sure that I’m doing it “right.” While I’m subconsciously thinking about whether or not I’m meeting the parameters of this exercise, I’m reassured by our conversation last week over Zoom that this class is focused more on being process-based rather than end-result-oriented. As someone who has always been result-oriented, I know that I have to re-learn this narrative I’ve created for myself and I have a feeling that this class will help aid me in that process. 

During our five-minute free writing exercise on Thursday, I thought a lot about my first post on social media. I found this first part of this exercise to be quite serene and simple. In my writing, I wrote the following:

“I used Instagram for my first post. The first post I ever posted on Instagram was a picture of my twin brother and I on the morning of our first day of senior year. [The picture] is not on my main feed anymore (the thin mustache is definitely not my best look anymore) but I remember the caption went something like ‘last first day of high school.’ And then, of course, I had to do a hashtag to finish off my caption with #seniorszn.” 

Upon reflecting on my first social media post on Instagram, I was brought back to the kid I was four years ago who was really excited that he finally downloaded Instagram to “document” his senior year and all the milestones associated with that momentous year––homecoming, prom, and graduation. The first day of senior year picture would be the very first post that would mark the official start of my senior year. 

This was the post (which has now been archived on my Instagram account and not on my main feed):

Since sixth grade year, my twin brother and I have always taken a picture the morning of the first day of school. Every year we take a picture in our backyard and we stand on the same side––it’s kind of become a tradition. Four years later, I am now a senior in college––and keeping up with tradition, my brother and I took our college first day of senior year picture last week on Monday. As I look back at last week’s picture and compare it to the senior year picture taken four years ago, it's bittersweet to reminisce about the kid I was, the person I am today, and the person I hope to become someday. 

This is why I found the second part of the exercise to be more challenging than the first. The second part of the exercise tasked us with creating a plan for the post-recreation on the platform I’ve chosen for this semester’s digital journal. However, because of my first day of school picture tradition, this post had already been recreated. I thought to myself “How can I possibly create a plan to recreate my original post when my original post has already been recreated in some way?”  

One of the cool things about taking a picture every year around the same time is that the picture becomes more than just a memory––it becomes a marker of growth. And looking back at this growth is all the more special when I get to share it with somebody else. As identical twins, my brother and I have always lived in this weird dichotomy of being treated as the same unit, where our own individuality is often overlooked but also constantly being compared to each other. As I look back at the first day of school picture that was taken four years ago and the picture that was taken last week, I see two young men who have grown together but who have also grown independently to become their own version of themselves. 

It’s also cool to make note of the different physical changes that have happened over the last four years, like waving good riddance to the awkward fuzz around my upper lip or my hair now being a little longer. But I am also reminded that some things just never change, like my brother preferring to opt for casual shorts, while I have always tended to opt for pants (on that note, I never want to see those skinny jeans ever again). 

In wanting to capture this change, I decided to make a short little video using these two photos. I’m not sure if I would ever post this video on Instagram (because it is a little cringe?...YES) but I hope it encapsulates the growth and the change I personally see throughout the past four years. 

The video process: 

Since the photos I wanted to use are on my phone’s camera roll, I downloaded the Inshot app from the app store on my phone

I selected the two images and arranged them in the order that I wanted them to appear in the video

In order to make the transition between the two pictures as smooth as possible, I added a transition that would make it seem like the first picture was morphing into the current picture 

Originally, the transition was a split-second transition, so I made the timing of the transition as long as the app allowed

I added some music from the app that I thought would work with the vibe of the video and made sure to edit the length of the song so it fit with the 13-second video

I added a fade to the sound and a fade to the end of the video

[onetimeinband]

My sophomore year there were plenty of theories on the relations of our then percussion instructor, student teacher, and visual instructor. The “do you think they’ve explored each other’s bodies?” me gave me a great opportunity and behold, the stars aligned and I was able to find a picture of the three of them together within minutes.

[bagatelleno25]

Homage to my Highschool Years

There is no way for me to formulate my emotions at the moment, and I probably won’t be able to for a while.

I am a senior in the class of 2020.

Last week, I was supposed to perform my final play—Alice in Wonderland—as an actor and student director. I gave countless hours, labors, and tears for something that will likely never be seen. I was supposed to be recognized as a senior in the only senior night I was ever going to have in high school.

In little less than a month, I was supposed to be dancing the night away at my senior prom—surround with the people I care about most.

In less than two months, I was supposed to be able to tell my favorite teachers—adults I saw almost everyday for the past four years—goodbye, and thank you for shaping me into the person I am. I was supposed to tell my underclassmen babies advice on how to survive high school, and assure them that they could make it too. I was supposed to be walking out of my school as a student for the last time.

In two months and one day EXACTLY, I was supposed to be walking across the stage. Graduating. Saying publically that I did it to all of my friends and family. That I completed something that took 13 years of my 18 year old life.

Now I won’t get to do any of that.

Yes, I am aware that the virus going around is serious. I am aware that people are hurting and dying and my heart aches for all of them.

But I am still allowed to be upset, to be disappointed. To feel scorned and heartbroken.

I was robbed.

Every late night, every stress-induced meltdown, every tear shed, every quick project, every test studied for, every report card that I worked myself to death other, every frustrated rant, every discouraged moment, every time I had to pull myself back up from rock bottom, every fight, every argument, every debate, every moment when I wanted to give up but didn’t because I wanted to be able to say “I did it”.

And now I won’t be able to.

To know that I will be the only grandchild of my grandmother’s that she won’t get to see walk across the stage, go out to dinner after, and just feel her pride that only comes after seeing someone congratulated. That shit? HURTS. My heart aches thinking about that.

To know that I will be the only daughter of my parents that they won’t get to celebrate graduating fucking sucks.

To know that I will never, ever, be able to recreate the magic of a high school graduation is the worst of all. I’ll have to smile at my nephews’ graduations, because yes I’ll be so fucking proud of them, but I will always be jealous that I never got that.

And you’re going to call me selfish? you’re going to belittle me being upset and refusing to be positive?

This is a stressful, scary time for everyone. But at least you got to have a high school graduation. To walk across the stage hearing everyone clap for you. To get to look at your friends with a bittersweet, tired but proud smile. To finally get to say you achieved something that everyone has to fucking recognize as a good job. At least you have that memory, and you’ll get to have it forever.

You know what my memory might be?

Opening my diploma in the mail. If I’m lucky, maybe my parents could Facebook live it to their friends and family. Maybe my sisters will take a Snapchat with a cute little caption of “I’m so proud of her!!”

But it won’t be the same. No, it could never be the same. I won’t get to see my dad genuinely smile at me with pride, because he rarely shows it to our faces. I won’t get to have my mom pin and repin my cap because it has to be just right. I won’t get to see my grandma grin, knowing that for once I’ve made her proud and that I have her full attention. I won’t get to receive letters and gifts from extended family saying congratulations and that I’ve done good—the ONE fucking time I’d be on everyone’s minds. I won’t get to shake my principle’s hand and say a quiet goodbye to the person who ruled my past four years. I won’t get to walk past my teachers, grinning widely and seeing their proud smiles because fuck—I made it.

This is only a mere fraction of what I feel at the moment. The hurt, the disappointment, the heart break.

Class of 2020, I’m sorry that this is happening to us. Don’t let anyone belittle you because of what’s happening in the crazy world right now. You have every right to be upset and hurting right now, and I’ll fight anyone who says otherwise.

To everyone else that’s not Class of 2020, you don’t know how this feels. You got your moment in the sun, your pat on the back. We won’t. Be fucking sympathetic, for fucks sake. This hurts. This affects us the rest of our lives. This will always be a bitter memory that is glorious and sweet for others. Let us feel scorned without your asses making us feel selfish and shoddy.

So to my highschool years:

thank you for trying your hardest

thank you for giving me some gudiance as I grew up

thank you for giving me structure in my life

thank you for being here

I’m sorry you don’t get the goodbye you deserve.

[actionrazzi]

Make this grad season a family affair! #gradseason #classof #graduation #sen #eni #rs #rszn #grad #graduate #seniors #senior #senioryear #seniorpictures #gradszn #seniorphotos #seniorportraits #seniorpics #gradpics #seniorszn #yearbookpicture #yearbook #yearbookphoto #photoshoot #seniorphotoshoot #seniorclass #graduationcap (at Tampa, Florida) https://www.instagram.com/p/CN5daTyHbZy/?igshid=1fft3d8s0aatk

[catloserkid]

school started already,first day was such a disappointment. I imagined so many many different things for my senior year. so many memories and happy times and well maybe its too early to speak but I hate all my classes and LITERALLY I only have one friend in one class period out of all of my 7 classes. the vibe for this year is just so weird and I just have a weird feeling about it. maybe i'm just overthinking it but I don't think this year will be to remember. sad part is its my last year...

[goldenhourstudies]

I’m working on my college essay and I ✨hate it✨

[peytonkennedyofficial]

pjs for #seniorszn 🤍 https://www.instagram.com/p/CDwQEwqpNez/?igshid=1ls9h3f0vw25m

[seasonal-depression-club]

i accidentally quarantined myself earlier today

i felt sick (head cold) during the weekend but it mostly went away on sunday so i thought it was safe for me to go to school

i brought cough drops with me just in case but they actually made my coughing fit worse

anyway i had the aforementioned coughing drop in AP Euro and i decided i felt weird coughing in front of people so i went to the nurse to go home for the day

—AND SHE QUARANTINED ME SHE SAID “I THINK YOU HAVE COVID—“

MISS GIRL— i don’t have COVID!!!

but i got tested for a second time anyway 😔✊🏻

now i have to wait for my results to come back negative or else i have to quarantine for 10 days

good thing i’m really good at failing tests 🤩

[charliesversion]

I screamed before taking my AP music theory exam and I think I really concerned my teacher bc he gave me the rolly chair

[ndg0]

“ just like people, the sunflower needs the dirt to keep grounded and stable so it can reach for the sun and lightness. “

Visuals by : @visualsbyisa

[onetimeinband]

Welcome to my clarinet section. Here we have:

- the late bloomer emo section leader that brings random produce to potlucks (me)

- the gay pothead that doesn’t want to be here but was in band for 8 years and cried at senior night

- the other section leader that can be mistaken for a freshman and joined the day of kickoff night as a freshman despite never playing an instrument

- the tall dude with broken hips who manages to be louder than everyone

- the antisocial kid who may or may not have had a hit list in middle school but he’s gotten better and is not homophobic, just closeted

- the trans guy who gaslit everyone into thinking he was always male and is also allergic to everything but eats the thing she shouldn’t have anyways

- the clone of an alumni that I forget is younger than me

- the twin who I thought was just in two sections and never mentioned it who is apparently very loud but I’ve never heard him speak

- salad boy who materializes next to people randomly and has almost been killed by me by accident on a few times due to his peanut allergy

- sheltered girl who’s the embodiment of 2014 tumblr but in an innocent way

- tall awkward guy with the same exact first and last name as a senior

Honorable mentions:

- the flamboyant ginger closeted MCR fan who is now drum major and brought lettuce to 2 games this year

- my ex girlfriend who joined colorguard and has definitely forgotten how to play clarinet by now

- the girl who never showed up, quit, and posted about how much she missed band on Snapchat

- the 4’10 girl that was supposed to be our section leader and then disappeared

[honeykayla]

studies #seniorszn https://www.instagram.com/p/B2jun4YgDlg/?igshid=bbsxwwsyrzan

[sqwerral]

how i feel about senior year starting in 15 days..