My Desire of Being a Senior
Ever since I was eight years old and I started Tapawingo, my camp and my summer home, I always dreamed of being a senior. They were the fifteen year olds, the high schoolers, and the oldest campers there. Not only were they old and everyone looked up to them, but they got so many special privileges as well. They could pick their schedules, stay up late, and run for official leadership roles. But these privileges were the smallest part of it all, because all of the older campers got to do these things, not just the seniors. As a matter of fact, over my past summers at Tap I have used all of these privileges. Still, there were some things that you had to wait until the end of your years at camp to get. For example, they got to hike Mt. Washington, live in a bunk with their whole entire age group, and have a water fight verses the counselors. Another big privilege they had, was planning banquet. Banquet was a big secret to the rest of the camp, and was revealed the last night with a big themed dinner. All of these privileges made the senior summer complete, and every young camper only wished for this fabulous summer, including me.
This desire of mine, to become a senior, was perfectly reasonable at the time. Now, looking back on this dream, I don’t understand why I would wish away all my wonderful years at Tap before my senior summer. I am so happy to be a senior and take on these fun privileges, but I only wish it wasn’t my last summer at this place of joy.
When I was younger and would talk to the seniors, I would tell them that I couldn’t wait to be a senior. And you know what they would say? Every single senior would tell me, "Don’t wish away all your years at camp. Being a senior is fun, but enjoy your other years at camp. Your senior year will eventually come. I would love to be a little junior again, getting to go through all my Tap years once more. Just remember to enjoy each minute of it because when your senior year does come, you will be glad you did."
I didn’t really understand what all these older seniors were saying. Being a senior sounded so much fun. Why wouldn’t I want to be one? However, now I completely understand what they were all saying. Not only that, but I tell all the younger campers the same thing.
My long wished desire is finally coming true, and I don’t know if I am excited or not. I know I will have the summer of my life, hiking Mt. Washington, living with all my 19 great lifelong friends, having the annual senior verses counselor water fight, and working on banquet. Nevertheless, I don’t know if I want my senior summer to come. As fun as it will be, it will be over as quick as the snap of a finger. And that will be it, no more years at Tap as a camper, no more summers spent with my best friends, and no more of my childhood dream. I am very excited for this summer, my senior summer, but with every good thing that happens, nothing is perfect, so unfortunately, this amazingly desired summer of mine will have to end.
To summarize this all, I have always desired to be a senior. Now that my wish is coming true, I only wish I was back in those old days, when I first made my wish, with all my summers at Tapawingo left. This is a lesson in life. Don’t wish away times, good or bad, because the next thing you know time will be up.