As I sat at my kitchen table, lamenting the pile of summer assignments I had been tasked to complete prior to the first day of school, my mom’s response remained constant: “This is the last time you will ever have summer work at Wilton High School!” Lately, it feels as though everything I do reminds me of the finality of senior year. It’s the last authentic first day of school, with the customary nerves and excitement that accompany a 6:45 a.m. wake-up. Soon, it will be the last time I dress in a blue-and-white uniform to play my final basketball game as a Warrior. Eventually, it will be the last time I see many of my classmates’ familiar faces, the ones who have shaped my childhood experiences thus far. But as a self-proclaimed optimist, I refuse to dwell on the endings and, instead, focus my energy on a year of exciting firsts.
The night before school began, I noticed my Class of 2019 Senior sign, planted squarely beside my mailbox. Seeing these coveted Wilton landmarks gracing the driveway entrances of my friends-turned-seniors felt surreal. Just yesterday, I envied my cousin’s Class of 2014 Senior sign, longing to be in her elder position. Now, I've arrived, smiling to myself as I drive through town passing these signs, and wonder if my eight-year-old neighbor is waiting to check this first off her bucket list, as well.