All around the world while every day events occur and life
goes on, the class of 2020, myself included is wrapping up their high school
careers. This time is bittersweet, for many of us this time means new
adventures and the excitement of going into the world as adults. For some of us
perhaps there is fear of the world we are entering. Another portion of us might
be feeling a time of mourning per say, I know I am... For many people high
school is just simply a rite of passage and a step that must be taken on the
path of life to get to the next staircase. For some high school is just a limbo
area between childhood and adulthood and while that is certainly not a bad
thing, for some of us our high school experience goes deeper, much deeper than
that. For some high school meant learning life lessons and connecting with
mentors whom without we are unsure where we would be right now. It meant being
pushed by a teacher who believed in us more than we believed in ourselves. It
meant being introduced to a subject we thought we would fail at but instead
grew to love and excel at. It meant growing and learning about life, about
love, about the world around us and about our own hearts. Some of us met some
of the most influential mentors we may ever have in our lives, we had
opportunities we didn't dream of having, we had moments that spiked inspiration
and drove us into creation and planning for our futures. We made friendships
that we only hope will go beyond our high school experience, some of us became
whole new people and perhaps right when we began to understand the new version
of ourselves the rug was pulled from under us. Point being graduation is an
exciting time for students across the globe, however there are a few of us who
clung to every word our mentors said and soaked up every moment we had to learn
and grow and while moving on may be exciting, we are also mourning the loss of
some of the most influential people in our lives. On behalf of those students
in the same boat as me who are excited but with the excitement our hearts feel
the weight of that we are leaving behind, I want to thank the mentors who
impacted us so greatly that we feel this loss. It is bittersweet but I am
thankful for the loss I feel because it is a reminder that I had such great
people in my life the last four years to cause that feeling now. To my mentors,
keep inspiring students, Ms., Vitro, thank you for introducing me hesitant mind
to poetry, it has been a way to express myself that I never saw possible before
you pushed me to write my very first poem that year. Thank you, Ms. Imig, for
taking me under your wing and pushing me to write farther then I have before
and helping me to accomplish 4 college credits. Thank you, Mrs. Coleman, for
recruiting me to student government as an excited little freshman and helping
me reach my goal of becoming class president, thank you for supporting all my
crazy ideas and endeavors. Thank you, Ms. Kindler Gains, for answering my
endless CTE questions and calming me down every time I got stressed about an
assignment or deadline, you kept me steady. Thank you, Mr. Meyers, for
providing me the opportunity of a lifetime to compete at ILC, the hard work you
put into getting me there means so much. Thank you, Mr. Bergdall, for letting
me bug you even after you were no longer on my teacher list, and thank you to
all other ORCA staff who had such an impact on my life these last four years.
As I go into my next four years, I will keep your words of wisdom in my mind
and your caring and compassionate spirits in my heart. Again, thank you and not
goodbye but more like see you later perhaps in the next chapter of my life.
<3
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