Dear Greely Class of 2017,

As I went back to walk the halls of Greely High School today, it dawned on me how much nothing has changed about the school. But, everything feels completely different without you all.

I can’t believe that it has already been a year since we walked down the aisle in our caps and gowns and went our separate ways. It still blows my mind to think that I may never see some of you ever again, though hopefully a reunion is bound to happen at some point in the future.

We grew up together in a tight-knit town for thirteen years, but yet, at this very moment, we are all spread out across the globe. A few of us are serving the country, some are abroad, just as many of us are attending out-of-state schools as are at University of Maine, and some stayed in town. But wherever you are and whatever you’re doing at the moment, I want you to know that you mattered to me when we were in school, and you still matter to me today, even if we don’t keep in touch.

People told us to enjoy our childhood, but all we wanted to do was grow up.

Gone are the days of fourth grade dodgeball and middle school “recess." From Mabel I. Wilson, the forgotten Drowne Road and NYMS, GMS and GHS, it was a long journey with most of you. We lived through the Three Piggy Opera, Mr. Stanley’s P.E. class, fourth grade rainbow recorder, NWEA testing, three bell schedules in high school, and eventually, graduation. I miss everything we used to complain about, like not being able to get a pass to the library, the long bus rides to away games, and cafeteria food.

Admittedly, some of your faces are frozen in my mind at twelve or fourteen years old; those were simply the last times I ever spoke to you (to the boys I ever had a crush on–you know who you are). Others I was able to watch turn into wonderful young adults with passions for all sorts of things.

Regardless, it has definitely been weird not seeing the same faces I grew up with this past year. I miss seeing a great number of you, our childhood shenanigans, and truly wish nothing but the best for all, regardless of where life has taken you.

After a year away from my beloved Cumberland, I now recognize that realms outside of this tiny microcosm exist. I wouldn't trade anything for growing up here, and am grateful to have grown up in such a community that acts as a big family.

But, as I stand here today, I am humbled by the endless possibilities of this wonderful life. I truly hope you have taken advantage of what the world has to offer, and mean it when I say I wish nothing but the best for all you.

Sincerely,

Isabella Perry