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As I finish my final month of high school, I have been looking back on all my years at LGHS, reflecting on the highs and the lows. While I’ve had my own set of dilemmas, I think we all collectively experienced some LGHS canon events. Together, I’d like to take a trip down memory lane.
Straight out of quarantine, my freshman year, everyone was excited to be back. What were they excited about, you may ask? No, not seeing all their friends again or not being locked behind a computer screen 24/7. It was devious licks. Nothing felt like a warmer welcome back to school than people ripping soap dispensers off the walls, disconnecting toilets, and stealing seat covers. It seems that after over a year and a half of being confined to staying at home, people forgot how to act. I also could not explain to you the events of Señor Cueto’s Spanish class. The atmosphere of the classroom bred chaos. Cueto would wheel a student around in a shopping cart. Someone would vlog the class with a huge camera. Another kid lit his hair on fire for a presentation. People would climb onto the top of the cabinets. I don’t know why a Spanish 2 class would necessitate any of this, but every day would come with something new. Don’t get me started on the Freshman Fun Run, either. In what world did they have us running three miles for PE class and then making us go to classes after? I feel bad for teachers dealing with freshman boys. Those teachers are true warriors for powering through that post-run stank.
AP European History defined my sophomore year. I was only taking one AP class, yet it somehow had the same workload and time commitment as taking four APs junior year. I had a love-hate relationship with AP Euro discussions. Every class, I had to be ready and locked in to get the discussion points. The way we all shot up our hands to be called on, with some going a little too over the top, aggressively waving their arms back and forth, pleading, “Mr. Hughes, call on me!” A part of us transformed into a beggar from the Middle Ages, asking for just a bit of bread. Yes, I still remember the test question on the Irish eating babies, and yes, I misinterpreted the passage and got all the questions wrong.
Sophomore year also marked the time of everyone starting to get their driver’s licenses. In my case, I had the overly cautious parents: the parents who instinctively clutched the roof handle whenever I went five miles under the speed limit, like it would grant them invisibility in the case of a crash. The parents who would send me Instagram reels about how to drive after I make a single minor mistake. The parents who had a near heart attack if I went through the light a millisecond after it turned yellow. But hey, it’s better to go through that than be a senior without a license!
Junior year was bad. We all know it. Test after test. ICE after ICE. One after the other of embarrassing APUSH skits where I dressed up in full colonial garb or whipped on the Jojo Siwa makeup from her song Karma. However, no one talks about the stress of the first semester of senior year. It’s much worse. Prepare yourself.
As the winner of the Most Changed Since 6th Grade superlative award, I can confirm that a lot has changed. Look at us seniors. We are so humble that we let the sophomores tie with us at the Spirit Rally for the first time ever. Even with us graduating this year, though, some aspects of LGHS won’t change. While the remaining classes will dearly miss our presence, they may look forward to many, many, many more years of fire alarms randomly going off.
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