For four years we filled the halls of an outdated school. We brought life to the lifeless classrooms and cheer to the lives of one another. For years we shared our secrets with our friends and the walls. We filled up chairs in a classroom in hopes of retaining something, anything. Throughout our time at this place we cultivated friendships, had several emotional breakdowns, and poured ourselves over our work. Most of all we counted down the days until we were handed a piece of parchment paper wrapped in leather. Then the feelings became real. It suddenly hit that we would not be returning to these halls in the fall. These walls would hold our secrets like the ones before us.

While graduation was a much awaited event it suddenly feels like an earthquake that has rocked your world and separated you from the only life you knew. Instead, there will be a new set of eager individuals entering after summer. They like you are wide eyed and scared. The only thing you can ask of them is that they treat this place well. You pray that they don’t mistreat the place you have learned to call home. That these students continue the pride that you have in your heart. Honoring your alma mater the way it should be. Making sure to bring honor to the name of the school, allowing it to grow academically and socially. Most of all, you hpe they create their own memories.

You hope they have memories when the teacher becomes so flustered she cries. Or the countless reminders to be quiet. As an Alumni you want the new bees to share secrets with the walls, to fall in love with this place. To fall in love with each other. So that at the end of four years they feel the same pang of remorse and pride in their heart. After all, you were once in their shoes.You made good on your promise and now it is their turn to pave their own futures in these halls. So to all freshman, take care of our home, it holds a special place in our heart .