I Still Remember

     It's not just a saying. Time truly flies. I don't think that we value how important time is unless we stop and look back at how much has changed. I'm already in my senior year and soon to be done with high school. Thinking back, there's so much to remember.

     I still have fresh memories of elementary and high school as if they had just happened. I still remember kindergarten and playing checkers every day. Then one year later someone else also from Lebanon and I, who I still know, moved to Hanover. I still remember a week before first grade I came to the right side of the room, towards the back, approaching the lego/building section. I was in so much shock when I found out that two other children standing beside me also have the same first name as me. And to think that I still know these people and talk to them quite often is crazy. I remember estimating the number of items in a glass jar each month, dissecting an owl's pellet, planting an avocado plant, and watching chicks grow. I still remember second grade learning to knit, following the Iditarod, and learning cursive. It was that year that I met two new friends, one that moved the year after. He'd always skip down the hallways, with a certain rhythm to his step. I still remember third grade when I met a very good friend. It was that year that I was part of the origami booth in the Japanese fair. I still remember fourth grade when we had monthly presentations. One year later, fifth grade was one of my favorite years. I really liked my homeroom teacher, and I loved the building with wood and electricity that we did that year. 

     I still remember the first day of middle school in sixth grade. Everything was new to me. I loved the bridge project at the end of the year. We had to construct a bridge out of wood and glue and had to  "buy" the supplies the file requests with fake money. My group got second or third place beating the group behind us with one hundredth of a unit, or something like that. I still remember seventh grade. My best friend moved before that year, and it took me a while to reengage myself into the group. For some reason I don't remember that year as clearly as others. However, I clearly remember eight grade. Similar to the last year of elementary school, that year was a blast. I had a great homeroom teacher and really enjoyed my classes. It was that year that I started to enjoy science and and enjoy math even more. I was looking forward to my classes every day. I ended the year off with an I-Search project which included me interviewing two very well known origami artists. Thinking back, I really appreciate them accepting my interview requests. One of them even Skyped me 1 on 1. 

     The following year, high school began. I think I should end this here, partly for awkwardness. And I think I'll be able to reflect better once it's over. Maybe I'll continue this later. I loved high school. I don't I appreciated it enough until it's nearly over. It's really sad to think that it'll be over in under a year. All the people I've meet in this time, it's weird to think that I later will not be seeing them on a daily basis. Thinking about it really saddens me.  Each memory could be it's own paper. There's so much I still remember, as if it was just yesterday.