A letter to my high school senior class
Hey guys, I know I am not around anymore in our hometown, but i think about you guys all the time. Some may think it is because “I just can’t let go of my high school years,” but this is not true. I have let go of that part of my life and I know that it is over, but what I can’t let go of are the people that shaped who I am.
Our senior class graduated with 102 people and I can probably name three personal things about each of you. When I tell people here at college about our class they either can relate to it, shocked by it, or applaed by it. Some think that knowing everyone would be so cool; these are the people who have told me that on their graduation day they met people in their class for the first time. That’s crazy. People's names were called out at their graduations that they did not know. The only time I can remember not knowing someone's name is when I get so use to hearing their nickname or just their last name.
I thank God that I had the privilege of spending all those years with you guys and if I could do it all over again I would, but I would spend less time studying(because let's face it, high school is a joke) and spend more time just hanging out and making memories. I would go to every sporting event and actually watch the games with my eyes and not through the lens of the yearbook camera. I would go to all the “social gatherings” on the weekends because that's where all the real life lessons are made. I would not take honors physics because Nspires was hell on earth; and made my last week of high school terrible. I would try to get to know all of you even better and I would fight harder against a certain senior sponsor on what our class song would be. I would have spent days planning the perfect senior prank (You can’t deny that cows on the balcony in the gym is not a quality prank.)
But all that aside, what I am trying to say is that I miss you guys. I have made great friends here at school and in my sorority but they didn't get to see my awkward middle school years of basketball shorts and high top converse or go through a relationship with a certain upperclassmen (regret). We have hundreds if not thousands of inside jokes and stories. We haven't had in tragedies yet (thank God and knock on wood) but we have had close calls. I remember when those seniors from the city school crashed on the way to their graduation practice and I was terrified that we were going to lose one of our classmates. But God had his hand on us then and he has his hand on us now.
Have a great semester this fall for those in college and for the ones who jumped into the real world have a great fall ya’all and roll tide (war eagle).
Sincerely, forever your class president
