by Mayker Duran
It’s ending faster than I could have imagined; my life at Classical High School is coming to an end. I can still vividly and clearly look back to my first day here. I remember being at gym, Period One and sitting in the bleachers surrounded by hundreds of echoing voices from my soon to be friends. My heart was feeling lonely and hopeful to see old friends and form new friendships. Today, four years later, I’M A SENIOR, a prideful Classicalite and a much older person than who I used to be.
In the end, I reflect on the most precious and memorable moments that forges my life. My mind is a swirling storm of memories from the past. My dearest friends here at Classical High School will forever hold a very precious place in my heart.
What I will miss the most of the Classical experience is the expectation of waking up as I do five days a week and picking up my backpack to go to school, this school, my high school. I will miss walking between Central and our gymnatorium the most because from there I could see Classical ahead, almost as if it was my future and I was walking on the straight path towards it. I will miss every aspect of this school: the concrete walls and falling ceilings, the purple doors and dusty air, the dimly lit and freezing staircases. The many faces and names of those I dare call more than my teachers but my friends will remain with me for many years to come and can only humbly say to them Thank You.
Though I must embark on a new path, I have hope that it will be just as enjoyable as this one. In the end, I am happy I can say I am part of an utmost elite group of people, THE CLASS OF 2011.