So very recently, I have begun to think back on the 12-ish years that the senior class has been together. Even though we went to different elementary schools, once we hit middle school we found the ones that clicked. It's hard to believe that in less than 7 months, we won't be able to walk through the doors to our high school, every single day. I know that might sound like an accomplishment and it should be, we deserve to leave, but I am pretty certain that a few months after graduation we will be wishing we were the ones getting ready for the homecoming dance. I don't know who all reads this blog, and that's the beauty of it, but I hope that if you're reading this and your are in my graduating class, I just want you to know that whether or not I have ever talked to you, I will miss you.
That may seem like a stretch to say that I will miss everyone in my class, and maybe it is, but the seniors of 2014 have been together since 6th grade and we're a family; when your family goes away, you miss them. I don't want to sound like a bitch by saying something about not talking to everyone, because if you know me personally, you are quite aware that I try to be kind to everyone I come in contact with. Believe me when I say that it hasn't always been easy, but I think I've been pretty successful.
The main point I would like to get across this evening is a pretty big weight on my heart and it has been since that day in February when we lost one of our own. It's crazy to think that this coming February marks the sixth year that the senior class has been without Cassidy Rae. I can still remember the entire day and every time I think about it, all I do is cry and think about how you should still be here. Graduating without you is not going to be the same mainly because you and I have been together from Kiddie Kapers until that one day.
No matter who reads this, I want you to take a moment, just stop reading, close your eyes and think about being in 6th grade again. What did your life look like? Were you always smiling and happy. Never a moment without your best friends and never a dull moment between you. Now, take another moment and think about what it would be like to lose someone in that group of best friends and think about not graduating with them. Think about how much you would have to hurt every single day for the rest of your life for not doing more to help them. It sucks. Believe me, I've been there.
To the class of 2014 at Milton Area High School, I hope that we remember a few things after we graduate. When you're at college thinking you can't do it anymore, try harder; when you go out, be careful you have a family to come back to; no matter where you go in life, home will always be here right where we left it. Where we left Friday night football games, stupid sayings that become part of our vocabulary (hello, SWAG?), long small town roads that got us exactly where we wanted to go at the moment we had nowhere else to go, to the friends that we turn to after years of being gone, the smell of Milton(enough said), the sight of our familiar streets, and most importantly the open doors(or gates) of our High School that will welcome us to games, events, or just because. Don't think that just because we are leaving we'll be forgotten. The kids after us will remember us just like we remember the ones that came before us.
Home is where our story begins. It may also be where our story ends, but at least let yourself get out for a little bit. All that I know is that I love home but not home is pretty cool too. Home is where our story begins.
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