I’ve finally come to the conclusion, after 18 years, that this is place is my home.
For years, I’ve whined and complained about living here, judging the people and places by face value and never bothering to look deeper than a mere glance. The quote “You don’t know what you have until it’s gone,” comes to my mind as I prepare myself for Baccalaureate and graduation, and I’m sure it will mean even more to me my first night in my dorm room. But as I reflect on my four years of high school (and even back to seventh and eighth grade), I realize how blessed I’ve been, and I believe you all share in these blessings. We attend the finest school in the area/diocese (even if the math/religion/everything doesn’t seem like it), and even though we don’t have modern conveniences like working computers or cold air, we have so much more that actually matters. We’re bound by our faith (more or less), friendship, and an everlasting tie to green and gold. And even though we’re one of the bigger classes, we have a family-like bond. Some of you I’ve known since I was three and others I barely spoke a word to this year, but I truly do love you all. I know that everyone has shaped me in some way or another. Some of you have torn me down and others have built me up, and I’m thankful for both groups. You are some of the most down-to-earth and humble people I have ever met. And I only hope you know that if you ever need me in the future, I will be there. No questions.
A lot of this is probably just be a sentimental me coming out as I realize our time together is ending, but our next chapter is an exciting new beginning and our five year reunion is going to be a blast. So now that it’s finally the end of the year, I can’t wait to turn my tassel with my right hand to the left side of my hideously ugly cap IN UNISON with the rest of you as we slowly wither away in 102 degree heat.