Can you believe it? We’re almost done, seniors. Just three months left. After June 6, it’ll be official, and we’ll be gone forever.There’s no doubt we’re leaving behind a legacy, and that we’ve certainly matured. But I think you, as well as myself, owe this growth to some lesser-known individuals among us…


First of all, let me thank every single student and staffer and administrator that has spent even the smallest amount of time in room 026. If not for all of your contributions, the writers and photographers
and designers that sit in that room each day would not be the hard-working students they are at this very moment. Each one of them owes a bit of who they are to you.
Thank you.
In room 013, near the green house entrance, is a small room that holds one teacher – a pony-tailed, cane-wielding man – who has shaped every last student that has passed through his wooden door, creating confident, determined men and women. Although the room itself may be confining, this teacher’s outreach is limitless. And, like all the past seniors that have come into that room, I will gladly be leaving my mark on his far wall with a creation of my own.
Thank you.
To the administration, although many students and teachers feel that your decisions are sometimes ill-advised, if not for your guidelines, we would be ingrates, teachers would be powerless, and this school would be in ruins.
Thank you.
So, seniors, these teachers and administrators have raised us to be the future. When we exit the Family Arena on June 6, it will be our turn to change the future, create it, and shape those that will be coming after us.
Students, you’re welcome