After the Sharks made an early playoff exit, I’ll have to admit it was hard to watch the rest of the postseason games. But as a hockey fan, I’m happy to say I witnessed some of the best games of the season. As I’m typing this column and watching the Los Angeles Kings Stanley Cup parade and rally, I’m imagining what it would have been if the Cup was in San Jose, if the Sharks had won the Cup.
Anyway, enough about my passionate hockey side, but the bittersweet feeling is actually towards my time in high school.
I feel like I’ve done everything (or almost everything) against what I stood for. There have been happy times, sad times, and regretful times. But, I guess, as they say, it’s all about having fun and having enjoyed your time in high school. Not a lot of people can say they have, but… again, as the title suggests, it was bittersweet for me. As I leave, I leave precious memories of another part of my childhood I wish I’d lived long before high school. I leave a change in me, in terms of maturity. I leave behind people who inspire me. But most of all, I will miss the high school memories, good and bad.