An open letter to all 52 of my classmates,
It’s crazy that four years has gone by this fast. It feels like yesterday we were the scared freshman intimidated by the upperclassmen. As this big family has journeyed through high school, we have lost a few along the way, and even added one. For four long years, five mornings a week, we have woken up to go to a place that, let’s be honest, we really would rather not go to. We have also dealt with teachers that, similarly to us, never wanted to be there either.
No one else will ever know the struggle of running up the stairs from gym to the third floor. Air have escaped us, ability to speak was gone three flights ago, and the only thing you get once you reach the top is a question on why you are late and to have to pay attention for another class period. When you try and explain our school to someone then never really understand. They don't get how little people are in our school and how you know everyone and everything.
About three months into the year the saying “Ladies, your skirts are getting shorter and your socks are getting lower.” always gets an eyeroll. Then those guilty of the crime pull their shirts down and socks up if anyone with authority walks by. Those who have both socks down may get two demerits, one for each sock. The dreaded three demerits would come with a detention, a.k.a an hour long supervised nap. It’s crazy the amount of “last times” that have happened. There is no feeling like pulling on your thick white sweater for the last time before the final times in chapel. We will never take bets on how many people will pass out, either from the longest homilies or heat from the sweater.
It is scary that next year we will be so far away. The farthest some will be from each other is 3,081 miles others may be on the same campus. We have all worked so hard to get to the places we are going in a few months, for the past four years. I can’t even begin to explain how proud I am of all 52 of you. I cannot wait to see where each and everyone of you are in 4 more years. I hope that we all cross paths again after graduation, the thought of never being in the same place again is scary. For the past four years we have spent almost everyday together and it’s been my pleasure seeing you all grow as human beings.
Love you all,
Your Classmate
