This was supposed to be my last week of classes at Buffalo High School. My last week of parking next to my best friend and walking to class together every morning and telling Mrs. Rice that I'm leaving to get film. My last week of telling Mrs. Lewis that my math was too difficult and I couldn't do it without her. My last week of singing in choir with Mr. Grice. My last week of driving over to my A+ class and sending time with my little buds. My last week of sitting with my best friends and telling dumb jokes at lunch. My last week of playing mahjong in Miss Grabeel's speech class. My last week of asking to go to Coach Millers room instead of being in Business Management. My last week of planning student council events with my most favorite people in school. My last week of roaming the hallways as Mr. Blair tells me to go to class. My last week of running up to Dr. Whites office just to knock and say hello. My last week was supposed to be filled with senior speeches, hugs, tears and last memories but instead, I am at home wondering if I am even going to graduate. For being the Class of 2020 and perfect vision, we never saw this one coming. It is a tough time to be a High School and even a College senior. Missing out on things we had planned on our whole lives is hard and its sad. I have so much love for Buffalo High School and I am devastated I won't ever get to sit in class with my best friends and favorite teachers again. If you have or know a senior, please congratulate us on our accomplishments and show us your love and support. We are dealing with some tough stuff right now. We will grow stronger from this, we have always analyzed, adapted and overcame. We are the Class of 2020.