(photography by Ryan Chua)
second semester senior, second semester senior, second semester senior… I anticipated this elusive phrase as I flew, stumbled, and fell through freshmen year. It was the phrase that seemed so far off yet so rewarding as I decided to pull myself back together sophomore year and started all over. It was the phrase that both mocked and beckoned me junior year; school felt interminable at many points during that year. At the beginning of senior year, after spending the best summer of my life in Shanghai and Boston, “second semester senior” seemed surprisingly empty and valueless. That first semester felt like it would pass both slowly and quickly, and now that I was getting close, I worried that there would be nothing greeting me once I finally unraveled that freedom I had waited so long for.
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