Q - Moore
So... Here we come to the end, my senior year. I must admit, its been a hell of a ride. filled with strife, stress, anxiety, irritation, all nighters to finish papers, 14 hour school days, and sadness. But every once in awhile, a golden ray of sun shine will appear, and a heavenly chorus will start to sing. But i live in Utah so that lasts a good 5 minutes before it starts to rain, or snow, or hail, or all of the above.
so now I'll go over whatever my checklist tells me too so i can get a grade for all this.
Now i won't lie, I've had a tough time in my highschool career, and i can't say i'm completely proud of myself when it coems to school. Far too many times i have opted to take a nap, or go out with frieennds as opposed to doing homework. And that decision has costed me. But at the same time, i do not feel i have wasted my time either. Around my sophomore year, i got involved with Cottonwood's theatre, and through that involvment, ive been able to do things i never though i would do, from peforming in front of a few thousand kids, and gaining the oppurtunity to compete in a national competition. But backdropping all the classes, homework, plays, and whatnot, Is the people ive known, and the lessons they've taught me.
Highschool has always been a place for education, and if you were to ask me what is the biggest thing i've learned from highschool is, i'd tell you that the thing i have discovered is that i don't know crap. It's quite strange, from freshman year, i thought i knew everything, and now in my senior year, i would tell you that i most definitely know nothing. Pythagorian therum aside. One of the most educational parts of highschool happens outside the classroom. It happens from the trials and trebulations of dealing with all the social aspects of highschool.
Now I realise it's easy to dismiss all the things i'm talking about as teen angst, and drama that ultimately won't matter in just a few years. But that's not quite true. while you probably won't remember the names of half the people in your graduating class. Everything you experience, and how you learn to deal with it in these developmental years will shape you in the future. And overall i think its a mistake to dismiss any part of your life as inconsequential. Living is literally the only thing you will ever do besides dying, and what fun is that. But then again, as i said, I don't know crap.
What I do know is that i've made some wonderful friends, and some hilarious mistakes. The memories of which will stay with me forever, and none of them would've ever happened without me screwing up in highschool.
Biography
"The instructions to life are on a tube of toothpaste" - Gary Bigelow
""Two roads diverged in a wodd, and I- i took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference" - Robert Frost
"There has never been a statue erected to honor a critic." - Anonymous
"Wait... There was homework"
- Qwinton Moore
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Some Quotes & stuff
Now i could tell you several stories in which severe hilarity ensues, or where i overcame some great challenge. Honestly i'm kind of a ridiculous guy, and I've got a lot of ridiculous stories. But instead of retelling one of those, i'm going to tell a sad story, maybe even a story that is hard to hear.
In my early highschool years, i had a friend group very different thn the one i have now. A certain member of this group was having a hard time, it could've been family, shcool stress, or something else entirely. Either this person was in a battle that they felt they were loosing, and one in which they had no allies. And maybe wasn't sure how to ask for help.
None of us know how long they were fighting this battle, or exactly the nature of it. But in the end this person felt that the only way to win was to take their own life. and on an unasuuming weekday night, around midnight i recieved a text. No more than a few words, saying goodbye.
I've never had a class or anything at all that prepared me on how i should deal with something like this. My first inclination was to call the persons parents, but i did not have their numbers, next i thought to call the police, but i would have no adress to give them, and even if they could look it up, i was afraid it would've been too Late. So I made a decision. I decided to contact all the persons friends, to have them tell how much the person meant to them, and hopefully one of them had information i didn't.
The next day, i saw the person at school, but my actions had consequences. The person was angry that i had told people, and had told the administration that we had breached their privacy. And So i was called into the principals office, greeted by a table of scary looking members of the administration. A few seconds later, My buddy Kyle walked into the room. He had been key in helping me contact other people. He smiled at me, and we both knew why were there.
Now this person hadn't told the administration all the details of the situation, and so they were under the impression we had done what we did for other reasons. Once we explained the administration understood. We were than told that there was an option to contact the school administration, and let them handle it, as they did have the information. Now we were still in trouble, but more importantly we came to an understanding.
Now as i said, this wan't a happy memory, but it was one of th most important, as it let the administration know that students have no idea that they could contact the office to deal with these problems that are rampant among teenagers.