Every day was greeted with what seemed like a bright sun bouncing with the chirping birds. Every subject came easy to me and my friends were my only topic of interest. Best friends, my boyfriends, and my family painted the perfect portrait of bliss. The naive year of high school was gone in an instant. When I became a sophomore, I walked the halls of a teenager’s version of a concentration camp with poise. Over that summer, I transitioned from a “fishy” freshman, to a sophomore who was no longer a target on the upperclassmen’s agenda.
I was comfortable with who I was and how well I had adapted to the horrors of high school. Suddenly, junior year pounded on my door. Since the first day I arrived, to what I thought would be the third year charm, I felt the darkness. I could see clouds rolling into the lives of my fellow eleventh graders and me. And just like that, tragedy struck. “We are a panther family,” Mr. Canales, our principal wept, “Jay-Jay will be missed. ” As he softly spoke that simple sentence, the entire campus sobbed.
Jay-Jay Trejo, a beloved football star and the best shoulder to lean on, was no longer with us. This was the first event in a chapter of misfortune at United South. In December, another incident occurred. A car crash, the kind you dreamt about only in ones nightmares. Lynsey Lira and her boyfriend, Yonatan Andrade were in a car crash that landed her in a hospital for 3 months. Yonatan, a former student at our school however, passed away. Lynsey and Yonatan were the kind of couple you knew would grow old together, the kind that would find their way to each other, no matter what.
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It troubled everyone how such random acts of life could target even the most innocent souls. After so much heartache, another student at our school was facing charges that had everyone at school in awe. He was accused of stabbing his mother, a charge no one in the school could bear to believe. His friends and teachers failed to accept the truth. This was the addition to a year in which every corner was filled with some sort of obscurity. Every upper-class man was forced to grow up and face the dilemmas of the cruel world.
When I sit down and talk to my friends about the heartbreak this school has suffered, I can’t help but think about how much each of us has grown. From that naive first year to facing death in our junior year, we grew. “In the midst of death we are in life,” reads The Common Book Prayer. I see myself in the mirror and can point out the scars and weaknesses these events have given me. However, I see the hope in my eyes and the strength in my smile. I grew. And for that, I thank the lord. I’ve become strong enough to stand alone.