So there I was last night, looking through possible college choices on my computer, and I had a revelation. After this short year of highschool, I will be out of First Presbyterian Day school forever. As my mind wondered back through the fourteen years I've spent growing up and the people I've shared these years with, I realized that I was crying.

There are very few things in this world that i can honestly say that I hate. Saying goodbye is definitley on the top of the list. Goodbye is very final. It means leaving. I remember last year, sitting in my journalism class with my fellow classmates, all seniors. It was the last day of school, and they poked fun at me asking me what I would do when they're gone. Turn on the waterworks; and I was only with this group for a year. My graduating class consists of people that I have grown up with, been through my hardest times with, and built some of my strongest relationships with. It honestly breaks my heart thinking about us all heading to college and drifting apart. Nothing makes me sadder than imagining running into one of my best friends from highschool years down the road and being almost completely disconnected from their life, knowing nothing about them. I don't ever want that to happen.

The cold hard truth is, it is going to happen with the majority of my highschool friends. It's completely up to us to keep our connections running, and that won't always be easy to do. I will say that regardless of where we all may go in life, I will cherish my highschool memories and the friendships that have impacted my life.