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Editor’s Note: Lakeridge High School senior Anisha Adke is one of three students who write monthly columns for the Review, and this is her first installment for the 2013-14 school year.

Not too long ago, I was sitting on the floor of my living room watching Zac Efron dancing through the hallways of his school in "High School Musical."

High school will probably be fun, I naively thought, as a blessedly ignorant fourth-grader. I could not wait to grow up. It took only six short years for reality to hit me in the face and for me to learn how foolish I was.Anisha Adke

Before I knew it, I was a freshman, scared but excited, determined to graduate with a 4.0 GPA, wide-eyed from the nine hours of sleep I got every night. Freshman year whipped by in a blur of sweat and tears, and sophomore year passed even faster, with its mantra of “I don’t care, college is so far away.”

But it was not far away. Junior year has come and gone with even more sweat and tears and headaches and so little sleep, and now, suddenly, college applications loom before me. It seems like I was just a freshman. Why am I expected to embark on this completely new stage of life?

I am growing up, and as great as it is, it is horrifying.

It did not hit me until I received two phone calls telling me that one, my cousin was engaged, and two, my sister was spending her first summer away from home, working. I was stricken by the idea of them getting older, moving into different phases of their lives, when I had spent my childhood toddling around in diapers with them and had seen them struggling through high school. Then the harsh realization hit me: If they were growing up, so was I.

Our generation is growing up. We are entering the workforce; we are living on our own; and within a mere 10 years, some of us might even be married. We are no longer the children, the ones who need taking care of. We are becoming adults, citizens of society. With growing up comes more responsibility than we’ve ever been given. The previous generation is finally handing us the reins.

Time does not stop. It won’t pause to let us process getting older. Instead, it will laugh at our expense as we attempt to do our own laundry for the first time or when we struggle over our taxes or when we need to make college decisions that will shape the rest of our lives.

At these moments, we will look back on the days where we could run, screaming, to the swing sets, in our light-up shoes and colorful Gap sweatshirts and wonder where the time went and how we got so old.

Anisha Adke is a senior at Lakeridge High School, and she writes a monthly column for the Review. She can be reached at This email address is being protected from spambots. You need JavaScript enabled to view it..

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