One Week To Go

Today was the boys’ first day of high school. They are going to my old place which is super cool. I’m so proud of them and it makes me happy that they are aiming for the same things that I did. For the record, I made sure they weren’t pressured into going to GECA. I know that GECA isn’t much of a social or athletic school, but it’s a great place to be a part of a community in which other people actually care about you. There’s hardly any bulliying—if there is, it’s among the freshmen since they’re fresh out of middle school and their view of high school is different than the way it really is.

The freshmen try to be a part of a food chain because that’s how TV portrays it. Much to their dismay, there isn’t much of a food chain. There is a lot of spirit, especially for classes. The people of their class love to be spirited :P I hope that the boys find it enjoyable as I did.

Truth be told, I really do miss GECA. Many of my old classmates (those that are 2011 graduates and part of the first class to graduate GECA) would argue that GECA ruined their lives. I think that makes them selfish and ungrateful. GECA gave them an amazing opportunity, no matter how stupid the teachers and faculty may have gotten. It’s their own fault if they didn’t take advantage of all their resources. I would not be who I am and I would not be where I am today without GECA.

So you all stink if you think GECA stinks.

Anyways, one week to go and I’m out of Gilroy. With all intentions of not returning full time. I have one more week of childhood left in me. It makes me want to cry. A couple of people this week have moved me to tears because they say they’re going to miss me so much. That makes me feel loved but it also makes me sad because I feel guilty for leaving.

Okay, guilty is a strong word. I don’t feel guilty but I do feel like I’m needed there. Oh well, I guess—it’s something everyone does. Leave. It’s not like I’m never coming back, but I’m not staying for good.

This is the first of the next week of goodbyes