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Making Your Mark: Stud Or Dud?


Teachers respect you, freshmen are terrified of you, colleges are looking at you, and juniors can’t wait to be you. You rule the school. You march down the halls with a knowing face and a “whatever” attitude. You know all the halls of the school, the teachers by nickname, and the best way to navigate the parking lot. You can demand those cookies and eat them, too- with your 2008 class ring blinging on your finger. What are you? You are a senior.
I decided to take the question of who you're going to be as a senior to the streets – or in this case, the halls – and ask local high school students how they were going to leave their mark.

“I am going to make this the best year ever by enjoying every minute to the fullest and eat all the cookies I can.” There we go again with the cookies; what is it with seniors and cookies? It seems as if one goal of the seniors is to start their “freshman fifteen” nine months early and live life to the fullest extent.
Some seniors laughed off my inquiring mind and answered with remarks such as, “I’m gonna go party more." It's notoriously known in the high school that seniors only attend the best parties and most are eager to suck the goodness out of every weekend and every moment. One student was more concerned with relaxing, “I happen to have quite a line up of fun filled events to keep me entertained through this final year in high school. For one thing, I have begun by cutting my cross country participation so I can have more time here at home. Along with that I also was fired from my easy job as a cashier at a pool due too many vacation days. I took some really strenuous class next semester such as piano and gym class life.” I suppose there are truly other things in life other than sports, jobs, and academics - such as senioritis.
Others are not slacking in the least. They are pushing now more than ever in terms of sports and academics. Another student was more concerned with inspiring others and living out the role model aspect of being a senior, answering, “I’m going to leave being the kid who worked his butt off academically and athletically to make myself a better person. The end result will be seeing all the kids look up to what I’ve become and if they could somewhat resemble this in any way I’ll have left my mark.”
I suppose no matter what stereotypical high school teen you may be, whether you’re a jock, a drama geek, a brainiac, a teacher’s pet, or maybe just the floater, every senior will leave this year a little different than how they went in. You’re name may not be on honor roll, it may not be on a banner in the gym, heck, it may not even be on the attendance list, but the point is, you are here and no matter how you spend your senior year, it truly will be the best of high school.

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