Everyone keeps apologizing to me that I had to be in the Class of 2020. No senior parties, no senior prom, no senior goodbyes, heck—not even a senior graduation. We’ve been like--completely screwed over. But can I be honest with you?
I don’t really care.
Of course, it would’ve been SO much fun to actually get to live the best three months of my entire 12 years of schooling, and with such an abrupt end, I’m going to miss everyone a TON.
But…no senior all-nighter?
No senior Lagoon Day?
I can go later.
No senior Prom?
Who said you need a boy to take pictures in a fancy dress.
No senior graduation?! You don’t want to sit through a bunch of random people give random speeches for three whole hours?!?
Yeah, I think I’m okay.
On a more serious note, I’m actually starting to feel pretty grateful for an end like this. I mean, a normal end to senior year would’ve been memorable, but these daily Zoom chats with my friends, parking lot games and countless Corona memes, a backyard family prom and Canvas shooting me confetti every time I submit another assignment, driving through the Bruin Bowl in a kick-a vintage car with my name plastered all over it to get my diploma instead of waiting for a thousand other kids to walk through some dirty auditorium?
Now that’s unforgettable.
Plus, I find some pride in being able to say to every stranger I see after this, “You bet I was Class of 2020. You bet I got completely screwed over and there was nothing I or anyone could do. You bet it sucked and I probably ate more ice cream during that time than my entire 11 years of childhood. And you bet I got through it like any other unfair thing that happens in life.”
Because honestly, crap like this happens all the time. It’s called life. COVID-19 just wanted me to have an extra special head-start welcoming into adulthood. And we whine about it. And we get through it. And then life goes on. That’s what makes us stronger, that’s what makes us better.