To my senior “sisters,”
There is nothing more difficult than saying goodbye to loved ones, to those who inspire me and change me for the better. With three weeks left to cherish, I hope to make our last, few memories perfect and unforgettable. Looking at the year in retrospect, I genuinely am going to miss both of you, and I could not be any more thankful for the guidance and joy you have provided me. As mundane sophomore year could be, there was never a dull moment that I can recall with you two. Though we may not be related by blood, we are certainly siblings by choice.
I remember the first day in AP Statistics, you greeted me with a radiant smile and emitted bursting positivity. As school progressed into the fall months, we became more familiar with each other, and now, I would say we’re a bit too familiar with each other. I will never forget our strange text messages that consist of an abstract language we only understand which to others would seem like complete jargon.
Thank you for making my transition into the school’s newspaper so smooth and natural, and thinking about next year, I realize that I will practically have no one else to sit next to and vent to. I will forever cherish our long-winded conversations about mutual friends. You are always someone I could go to settle out my petty problems, and with the overbearing pressure tangible within the school atmosphere, you never failed to reassure me that everything was going to be alright. You taught me to be more humble and encouraged me to be myself, and despite the excessive competition in today’s society, you are a constant reminder for me to enjoy my high school career while it lasts. There are innumerable memories we have that I treasure including touring New York City, eating at Waffle House for the first time and wandering the streets of downtown Atlanta at the Beta convention.
As for my other “sister,” you handed down to me a wealth of knowledge about true leadership and offered me a variety of opportunities that not only enhanced my high school experience but expanded my horizons as a person. I remember the first time you introduced me to MARTA when we made our frequent treks to downtown Atlanta every other Wednesday for our commission meetings. Often times, our conversations would last all the way until our stop, Five Points, and other times, you would be busy constructing intricate plans for the meetings only to be ruined by our fearless leader. I observed the way you led the meetings each time, and frankly, there is no one else I know of who can speak with such natural fluency and improvise accordingly to any given circumstances. You taught me to be self-assured in anything I do, and I always admired your ability to remain poised in your decision and disregard the skeptics. Most importantly, you taught me how to present myself in the streets of Atlanta: walk directly forward and don’t look back.
Like finishing the last page of a book, your graduation day will mark the end of your lifes’ first chapter and signal the approach of a new beginning. It is uncertain what the future holds, but I am certain that both of you will accomplish great milestones in the future. As I tackle junior year, I will try to remember all the advice you both told me, and I hope to mirror your successes to some extent by the time I graduate. There is only so much gratitude I can express through words in this letter, but I wish you both the best of luck in your future endeavors.
