In 2012 my older brother Kyle graduated from Wilton High School, just two years later my older sister followed in his footsteps. I remember the humidity at Kyle’s graduation and the tears at Kailey’s. I remember the photos taken at Kyle’s and the jokes made at Kailey’s. My sister, now having graduated from college, moved to California where she is starting her first “real” job. Just the other day she came back to Connecticut for a family event and asked my mom to buy her plane tickets for my graduation this spring — to which my mom answered “you actually want to go to that?” As my mom’s expression lightened, in response to the reaction on my sister’s face and mine, I abruptly realized three things. One, I am entering the last year of education in the Wilton public school district. Two, is senior year going to be anticlimactic? And three, is no one going to show up to my graduation?
I have completed three years of schooling at Miller-Driscoll, three years at Cider Mill, three years at Middlebrook, and three at the high school. Finally, I have made it to my last year in the Wilton public school district. At this point, I have found that senior year is not only an extension of what we have learned in the past years, but a culmination of everything we have learned both in school and beyond its doors. For the first time, we are asked to decide the fate of our future, whether it be to apply to colleges or look toward careers after high school.