Dear Wissahickon,

The end is coming near. I know that even though classes are coming to a close the day you walk across the stadium seems like it’s so far away, but even though I graduated a year ago I feel like I was navigating through the knuckle yesterday. I’m sure that you cannot wait to leave Wiss behind, but I can tell you this for sure; you might not like high school, you may never miss it once you leave, your blood may never be gold and blue; but Wissahickon will always stick with you.

(please ignore thatrhyme, I’m trying to avoid cheesy but it’s inevitable)

There will always be a memory of Wissahickon that will follow you no matter where you go.

Maybe you’ll remember the quirks of our school; the aggravation of the knuckle, getting rained on in Lower D hall, trying to figure out why M Hall and D Hall connect.

Maybe you will remember the Trojan Feats; getting on the news, crafting the best Silent Night costume, gaining the most Finsta followers (to those non Wissahickonites reading this: yes, Finsta is a thing, just roll with it).

Maybe you will look back and think of the classroom that you thought of as home, the teachers that became your in-school parents, and the students that became your family. If you were a WTV Kid, a Marching Band-er, a Theater Nerd, on the Robotics Team part of the Yearbook or Newspaper staffs, or a member of any of the endless clubs, sports teams, or opportunities, you know what I mean. Those people become the best part of high school, no matter how long it’s been since you’ve seen them you will always meet again with wide smiles.

Maybe you will look back at high school and remember nothing but the first day and the last day. But wherever you go after Wissahickon, this school, the teachers, the students, the staff, even the cafeteria food, has become your key to success, and the key to your future.

You’re on the Verge of the rest of your lives.

Wherever you go, make it great.

Love,

Your fellow Wissahickonite.