December 13, 2019

With Christmas Comes Nostalgia -

Monday, December 9, 2019

November Book Recommendations -

Monday, December 9, 2019

SMHS Mateobotics Gears Up for the Season -

Thursday, November 14, 2019

The Leap from High School to College Sports -

Thursday, November 14, 2019

Mateo Comes up Short: 2019 Little Big Game -

Thursday, November 14, 2019

The Master of Self-Deprecating Humor -

Thursday, November 14, 2019

How Old is “Too Old” for Trick-or-Treating? -

Tuesday, November 12, 2019

We Need to Get Serious About Shootings -

Tuesday, November 12, 2019

How Boyan Slat Is Helping Solve The Great Pacific Garbage Patch -

Tuesday, November 12, 2019

Youtube’s Yankovic turned Chinese TikTok Star: Bart Baker -

Tuesday, November 12, 2019

#TeamTrees -

Tuesday, November 12, 2019

Varsity Football -

Tuesday, November 12, 2019

CA Bill Pushes School Start Times Back -

Tuesday, November 12, 2019

Why the Empire Strikes Back is the best Star Wars movie -

Tuesday, November 12, 2019

Pros and Cons of Energy Drinks -

Tuesday, November 12, 2019

Movies to Watch during Halloween -

Tuesday, November 12, 2019

Bearcats Strike for Climate -

Tuesday, October 15, 2019

A Personal Account On Vaping -

Tuesday, October 15, 2019

Girls Water Polo Resumes Winning Ways -

Tuesday, October 15, 2019

Running into the 2019 season -

Tuesday, October 15, 2019

Don’t Get Me Wrong

 

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Don’t get me wrong, I understand. For the past seven years, you’ve maintained a perfect GPA, mastered the xylophone and medaled in Quidditch. Now, you (understandably) feel the need to apply to the best and brightest universities in the nation.

I don’t care.

Don’t get me wrong, I admire your hard work and perseverance. However, we’re still a good six months away from final decisions. I’ll be happy to hear about which amazing school you got into when the time comes. But for now? Can it. I’m tired enough as it is. I don’t have the physical strength to pretend that I’m interested in listening to your “reaches” for the fifth time this week. I don’t have the emotional strength to not start screaming when you post your SAT scores on your Snapchat story.

Don’t get me wrong, I love my class. But when every other conversation ends with some question of college choice, it’s too much; I’m asked the same by extended family! Brunch and lunch should be a reprieve from our strenuous academic schedule, not a reminder of everything I haven’t done. You worked on your essays over the summer? Cool! I didn’t, and every time you brag talk about it, my paranoia sets in.

Don’t get me wrong, confidence is great. It’s not great when you ask me my ACT score, so you can offhandedly mention your ACT score. We know your games, you’re not subtle. It’s the same for college. You know I’m expected to follow up with the question of your list when you ask me my list. You know I’ll politely gasp when you recite an Ivy, and you’ll humbly laugh it off. It’s all too much.

Don’t get me wrong, I’m not much better. I’ve often found myself discussing the merits of Early Action while simultaneously analyzing the SAT scores of Everytown University—I’m just as obsessed as all of you. But we have to stop. College is a major part of senior year, but it shouldn’t be the only part.
As a famous senior once said, “Life moves pretty fast. If you don’t stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it.”

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