Karen Morneau Photography graces the headshots of some of my closest friends, and I do not know what to do with myself. The dwindling summer, and the incoming tidal wave of senior year has most, if not all of my classmates, myself included, at wits end. Any one rising senior inquired about next year will respond with something along the lines of — “I know, it’s crazy. I can’t believe we are seniors!” It’s interesting how, after 12 long years in Wilton Public Schools, no student (or parent) can say with 100% certainty that — yes, I (my son or daughter) am (is) a senior!
As a freshman, I could not believe that seniors and I attended the same school, let alone belonged to the same species. Such a large gap exists between the freshman and senior class, and I believe most of us are startled as freshmen into believing that we could never possibly look that old. And yet, here we are. It has come to be that time where the boys I have known since kindergarten may start sporting facial hair. Yikes. I guess that is why we cannot believe it’s senior year. That someone like myself, a generous 5 foot 2 inches, has almost reached the last leg of my high school career really is quite unimaginable.