A girl can never forget her very first high school Homecoming. It’s all we thought about for the first few months of freshman year. Spending all night wondering what dress to wear, who to get ready with, and where to take pictures at rather than focusing on the actual dance itself. As plans started to fall into place and the hair started to curl, it feels like we were living in a fairy tale. All we could think about was it being the very first dance of high school, and it’s about to be amazing.
The second memory I enjoyed from Beaverton High School was getting the experience of planning Jam the Dam. I got the chance to communicate with potential sponsors for the joined event with the Make-A-Wish® Foundation. We got to spend months as a class planning how to raise money for the event, cause, and what would go on throughout the Week of Wishes.
The game we all thought would never approach, the last Friday night football game. We had been growing up watching these boys play youth ball, and now to their very last game as high school students. Cheering from the stands and chanting the Beaverton High School Fight Song would no longer continue for this group of 2017 boys. This was the game where we knew there was no other school we would have rather been at in the Beaverton School District, BHS was the place we were all meant to be.
Prom. The night we all hoped for since we were little kids. The night we were told would be the best night of our lives. The one night we would remember and tell our kids when we reminisce high school. Throughout the four years of multiples dances I attended, prom was the night I will never forget. Watching the class of 2017 get together for a final hurrah in celebration was a night that I will cherish forever because of the people I got to spend it with.
And finally, Star Day. It was time to commit and let everyone know where the future will take up. As we all stared at the wall, full of different schools all around the country, the emotions started kicking in. The people we have grown up with and gotten to know the past four years are splitting away from us. But we have to hold our heads strong and high and make the best out of it because it is time to finally move on.