Dear High School,
These past four years have been crazy. We have had our ups and our downs, good times and bad. But with graduation approaching, I think our time together is coming to an end. This end is not the kind of break we take for three months every summer or the week when we don’t talk during the holidays or in the spring. I mean for real. For good.
Look, it's not you, it's me. I’m a new person; different from when we first met. I’m no longer the little girl you met four years ago who was scared to even walk down the halls. I am now a confident young woman. But before we part, I feel like I have to thank you because you helped me out a lot. I met so many new people and learned so many new things. After it all, I’m a bit sleep deprived but I forgive you for that. You put up with me in times when no one else would. You saw me through it all. Through the phase of being “sO RanDoM XD” or being a dork (a phase which I still haven’t grown out of), you let me explore who I am until I became my own person. I saw you through that phase of being unable to cook and using “meat” that came in funny shades of brown, and having graffiti covered bathrooms where the seats were always covered in pee. I mean how were they always covered in pee? We are teenagers, did all those years of potty training go to waste? I didn’t know if I exactly wanted to stick with you through all of that, but I didn’t have much of a choice.
Back to the point, I still think it is the end for us. As soon as I walk across that stage and take that diploma in my hands, we are through. Done. Splitsville. We had a good run, but all good things come to an end. They must. However, that doesn’t mean I will forget what you have done for me. I know that when times get tough I will always have a place to return and stop in to say hello but right now, it's time for both of us to move on. You can keep transforming kids into mature young adults, but I’m off to new things. So, thank you, High School, but goodbye.
Love always,
Kaitlyn
P.S. In a few months if you hear about me with someone called “College,” don’t be concerned. Give it four years and that will end, too.
