some people live to be in high school, and after they are done, they live for the memories of those "good old days." Ahh! This is beyond my comprehension.
I am the oldest child in my family, and my brother, who is now a freshman (!), was in the sixth grade when I was a freshman! It was very important and exciting to me that I took classes like Latin I and Biology, and I made a very big deal about it, stressing that I could pass my Latin exam on Friday blindfolded. There were no exams in elementary school. This was big!
And then, there was Cultures and Mythology, a class that isn't even around today. Most definitely, my favorite class of all my four years here, I am glad I took it as a freshman. Although, back in the day I sometimes regarded it as complete torture. It was extremely involved, with lots of homework and so much to learn. It was torment, I tell you. God, how I wish I could be back in Cultures and Mythology. I wish I could still run around the school in a toga for a day to get a test grade100 (oh wait it was chiton wasn't it, Mrs. Gross?), and spend my time after school learning what OM was!! But it came to pass that the girl had to grow up.
Ahhh! So now instead, I spend my days trying to get college recommendations together and planning when to take the SAT II's and doing massive amounts of homework, all while learning about the American government as well as how to write the college essay that I've already written. Being a senior isn't too bad, but I feel too old to still be here at LHS. I feel like it's time to leave. I have no unfinished business here, and since I was a foreign exchange student, I am the proud owner of 25 high school credits. Only about seven more months, I tell myself every day.
But freshman have it so easy... and so fun. They may think they've got it bad, but they haven't seen anything yet. Yet, they're the lowest of the low as far as high school is concerned. And they still owe four more years (it's only October, guys.)  So why do I want to be a freshman all over again?

By: Melanie Beaudette
So, the other day I go visit Mr. Jones, to ask him a few questions about colleges that I'm applying to. Apparently, he wanted me to answer a few questions for some sort of recommendation, and we spent a good fifteen minutes of other people's time doing so. One of the questions, the one that completely stumped me, was something to the effect of what have you liked the best or learned from Lewiston High School. Of course, I answered by saying that I don't agree with the school system as it is, no matter what high school you're talking about. Of course. Right?
So then, I was thinking about this today as I took a shower (which is when I come up with all my brilliant ideas, no doubt) and I started thinking about where I was when I was a humble and lowly freshman. Times have changed!
I was a freshman in 1997! I'm finally a senior. I was a little fourteen year old kid running obliviously around in a high school of people mostly older than I, thinking that I was on top of the world. In some respects, I was. But, those were different days, and I was a different person. People never recognize me from pictures of me when I was a freshman. I was a normal looking person, imagine that! Even I realize that I've calmed down since my sophomore and junior days, but when I was a freshman I was exceedingly normal! As far as how I looked, that is. I had really long hair, and for half the year it was blonde! I wore flares and cute t-shirts! Can you believe that? If you know me, you're most likely appalled or laughing your head off.
So, as a freshman, I thought I was very important. I thought school was very important. I now realize than in the sense of things, neither of these statements are true. The thing I've been noticing lately is how seriously everyone takes high school. It's simply four years of your life, and yet