The first reaction I get when I tell people I went to an all girl school is, “that must’ve sucked,” or they usually look at me like I am insane. In my neighborhood, it was really normal to go to a single-sex school. The four years I spent in this building taught me so much in what felt like such a short time, and I'm not talking about what I've learned in the classroom. The lesson I've learned will never leave me and its an experience that I thank you for.

You don't need boys to have fun.

Dances were just as fun and a lot more drama free without boys. But bless the soul of whatever boy was brave enough to walk through our hallways and doge all the stares.

Thanks for accepting my greasy hair and bare face.

You didn't spend time getting ready for school and if you are anything like me you woke up when you get the “I’m out front” text from your ride (sorry for making you late countless amount of times; love you, girl.) Going to school looking homeless wasn't only acceptable, but it was encouraged.

Thanks for all the entertainment

Thanks for making school a place where I actually enjoyed being. Although mornings were rough, class was boring, but there was always some activity going on or some exciting gossip to talk about all day (or maybe even all week).

Thanks for all the apparel.

Oh, there's a dance? We need a shirt. Spirit day? Shirt. We’re staying open? many, many, many shirts. I may own a whole closet full of Hubert apparel, but trust me when I say there is always room for more.

Now -- time for the serious stuff.

Thank you for teaching me to fight for what you love.

If you were to tell me i would have graduated from Hubert freshman year I probably wouldn't have believed you. when we were slated to close it broke the hearts of many and threaten many traditions. Through many, many banquets and rallies, we managed to raise the money and stay open and I was able to graduate a bambie.

Thanks for teaching me how to be a friend.

Throughout high school you meet many different people, some who stay with you, and sadly, some who do not. but either way, they leave a mark on you and teach you a few lessons of how to be a friend. Some I wouldn't have gotten at another school.

Thanks for teaching me to be myself.

In a world where people constantly are putting on a face for popularity or for friends, you taught me that it isn't necessary. In a class of a hundred some, you aren't gonna be best friends with everybody, but you do get to know them and they get to know who you are.

Thanks for four years of laughs and memories that will last me a lifetime.

Whether it’d be the time somebody messed up in Spanish class ( and it will haunt you forever), questioning whether your lunch table was insane or actually a group of animals, or even all the teachers making their own music video, because -- lets be honest -- Mr. Voldish was a great dancer in the “Good Times” video. The four years spent there are something I will never forget and something that has made me into who I am.