Have you ever had those nights, maybe you were out late with your friends, and you’re in such a good mood that all you can do is laugh and think, “I never want to grow up.” Those are my favorite kinds of nights.
Growing up is inevitable, but making memories that last forever is completely possible. They don’t have to be made in school, because any experience during these four years is a vital one.
Start by joining an extracurricular. Choose one you’re interested in so that you can enjoy yourself more. Extracurricular activities allow you to widen your horizons. You get to learn new things and make new friends, all while adding things to our college applications!
If it’s possible, get a part time job. You’ll be able to make a little bit of extra money and get some real life experience. And when you’re older, you can walk down the street and tell your grandkids about the days you spent folding T-shirt’s at that one department store.
Better the life of someone else. Even a smile is a form of charity. Volunteer at some fundraisers, host your own fundraiser, make a difference! Being able to see a change you’ve made in someone’s life is one of the most fulfilling feelings. It doesn’t have to be something huge. Make friends with someone who seems shy. Apologize to someone you might’ve hurt. It’s the little things that count.
Speak up in class. Make yourself be heard. Go out when you’re invited, but stay out of trouble. Memories are great, but no memory is worth bodily harm or injury.
Listen to the songs you love, even if you feel like they’re not what everyone else listens to. Take pictures, create albums, don’t let anyone shame you into not living your life to the fullest.
Distance yourself from toxic people. You don’t want or need that kind of negativity in your life. I’d rather have two very, very good friends than a large group of friends who will turn their back on me at a moment’s notice.
Laugh, cry, scream your lungs out. Don’t pretend to be someone you’re not, people will love you for who you are.
High school is just four short years. I’ll never forget how, in my ninth grade year, just before she walked out of the school gate forever, one of the seniors that year said to me, “Don’t waste these years. They’re over before you know it.”