Ready or not, here comes the Yosemite High Class of 2005
BRITTANY TIDWELL

Ready or not, here we come. The year is ending and the class of 2004 is just about out of here, but now it's our turn, class of 2005, to make our mark. The summer is approaching and grades are starting to drop, Senioritis is kicking in and we can’t wait to get out of this world we have only known and step into the mysterious depths of the real world.

Friends will be lost that we have only just gained, while spots in our hearts will still remain for those staff members we always loathed, but still hold dear to our existence on this campus. We will remember the countless hours in the counselor’s office as we whined to them about our problems. Teachers who we sometimes saw more than our own parents and coaches we loved more than friends are going to become but memories that will fade away with new ones to replace them.

The old days of teachers caring about us on a human level are about to cease, as we know them. They will be replaced by four-year professors who don't even know we are in their class. Straight A's will mean nothing except a consecutive letter in the alphabet and passing a class will be the only importance of a semester.

“Sleeping in class” will take on a new meaning, as we go to a lecture with only an hour of sleep for our weary bodies after studying for an exam. Boxed macaroni and cheese is soon recognized as four food groups after having spent $200 per class. Sleep, nutritious food, and family will all become secondary to our busy lives for taking on the goal to become "someone" by attending college full time.

Some of us will go to an ivy league school and spend way too much for an education by accredited professors.

Others will head to Fresno State after finally realizing that they will never get
out of this "hokey" town (most of us say).

A vast majority will end up at Oakhurst Community College and still living with their parents or sharing a room with their little brother and his “Ninja Turtles” sheets, while the others head to Fresno City at an attempt to live on their own, 30 minutes from their parents' home.

But then there are a few who are so thrilled to be done with school; they end up working at a fast food place saying, “its only temporary” after five years of asking “would you like fries with that?”

So Bon Voyage class of 2004, best of luck in the real world and trying to find yourselves beyond fake smiles and wearing the “right” clothing.
It’s our time to shine class of 2005, don’t be afraid, this will evidently be “the best year of our lives.”

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