Here’s an example of a quality Yearbook-style photo, compliments of Sha1n W1ederh0lt.
Suddenly everything is approaching all at once. The IB Orals are in two weeks, finals are in three, I have a painting due next week, I have to start planning my World Lit II paper, and in Euro we’re getting a giant research paper soon. Looks like high school’s finally becoming significantly difficult. However, I’m so accustomed to being lazy and procrastinating, going in the day of to due homework that was already due, selecting which assignments to do, and cutting every corner possible, that this new trend of difficulty that has come with Senior Year, from classes like AP Bio, AP Euro, and IB English HL II, will be very difficult to handle. But I’m ready. All I need to do is survive this semester and get (hopefully) all As and I’m set. I’ll pull through!
Yearbook has gotten significantly better. I’ve improved my communication skills with all the editors and I’ve been able to successfully voice my opinions about certain pages and suggestions and it looks like they’re listening. Most of the problems I was cringing over just a few days ago have been dealt with, and that’s extremely relieving. I have a lot of stake in this book, it being the culmination of all four years of high school and my final year. I want it to be extremely meaningful, and that means it needs to be virtually flawless (only talking about major flaws, I can let go of the small stuff). So when people in band think I’m obsessed with Yearbook they just don’t understand. It’s one of my passions now and I’m so glad I did it. I only wish I did it sooner so I could be editor right now. I still have a lot of ideas, like a Current Events page, senior quotes, and photography tips for the class (how to take interesting pictures).
One last thing. Since I’ve had my license and have been driving I feel like I’ve lost some of my connection to the community. When I used to walk everywhere that made me so much more aware of and in tune with my surroundings, and now I can just ho-hum drive somewhere, blowing by everything I used to take much slower looks at. I feel some regret, but driving is soooo convenient that I can live with being more like the average person, oblivious. At least I haven’t completely lost it. Yet…
