We shall not cease from exploration

We shall not cease from exploration
And the end of all our exploring
Will be to arrive where we started
And know the place for the first time.

-T.S.Eliot, “Four Quartets”

Today, I talked to my mom’s high school classes. She’s an English teacher at my high school, and sometimes she invites me to talk her kids. This time was kind of weird because this year’s graduating class is the last class in which I have really good friends. I talked to a few senior classes and few junior classes.

The weird thing was how out of place I felt. I almost had a panic attack walking down the hallway. I didn’t realized that I hadn’t walked down a hallway in over two years.

What I was talking to the kids about also made me realize how out of place I was. I was talking to them about what college was like and how much better it was then high school. And I just could not believe that I had survived four years of that hellhole and lived to be able to go to Agnes Scott and love it so much.

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