Looking Back at It: My Time at Branson

Looking back at Branson's campus. Photo: Aidan Linscott

Looking back at Branson’s campus. Photo: Aidan Linscott

I never thought I’d be sentimental about high school. For so long, I told people how excited I was to go to college and get out of Marin. But, with graduation less than two months away, I find myself conflicted. Branson has been my home for the past four years and the relationships I’ve built here, both with teachers and friends, remind me of what a special place this is, and how lucky I’ve been to be a part of it all.

I’m not going to pretend that Branson doesn’t have flaws, because that would be way too cliché, but, at the same time, I think it’s important to take away the good memories we’ve had here. Moving to New York City for college, I won’t have the calming sense of familiarity that I get everytime I step onto the Branson campus. I won’t be able to just leave my computer in the middle of the quad. I won’t know every single person in my grade. I really am going to miss the friends that I’ve made here. It makes me a little scared that I will be starting over again in August, making new relationships, navigating new scenery, and not having my closest friends with me.

In some ways, however, I feel anxious to graduate because I feel that I am at a point where I am mature enough to go on with the next phase of my life. It’s crazy to look back and see how far we’ve come; from awkward 8th graders anxiously waiting to become freshmen, to (maybe still awkward) seniors awaiting the day they move into their dorms. Forever, it seems like college is the end point; the final destination, the end of the path that seems to be filled with too many standardized tests and personal essay. But, nobody really emphasizes the time spent during college.

When I am asked about what the past four years of high school have meant to me, a lot comes to mind. I am faced with memories of the good and bad—without both I have nothing. My time at Branson was a time of change and finding myself. It was just one of the many transitional periods in my life, and I’m sure it’s only one of many more to come. When I hear that high school is the best four years of your life, honestly, I am confused. I’ve had some really great times in high school, but it’s just the beginning of my life. College is what you make of it, and if you put in an effort to make it great, it will be. I realize that I have Branson as a happy memory to look back on, but I want to look to the future now, as college is the next chapter of my life.

P.S. to everyone who shits on me because I like G-Eazy, I hate you