And so the Goodbyes Begin...

When I first walked through the main doors of my school's building, in sixth grade, I had one thought in my mind; I wanted to be a reporter.  I wanted to learn how to be a good writer, interviewer. What captivated me at first was the phrase that my principal always said, “everyone has a story.”

It's hard to believe that, seven years later, I am leaving the school.

It's hard to believe that tonight I will be a high school graduate.

It's surreal and emotional.

This is because no matter what happens in our lives, the experiences we've had will always be with us.

In my grade there are a lot of people whom resent my school and each other. But doesn't that happen everywhere? Isn't that what families do?

I like to think of my school as one giant family, that even though argues, is there for one another when support and aid is needed most.

While I might not have been best friends with everyone in my graduating class, I feel so honored to have spent the last 4-7 years alongside them, learning, laughing and crying.

They are my siblings and deep down inside, I am theirs.

It's with that in mind that I end this post.

I'm tearing up just by re-reading the words I wrote.

I promised myself I wouldn't cry today, that I wouldn't get emotional, but it's hard.

Today marks the day my fellow graduates not only leave our school, but in some cases, each other for the last time.

It's hard to walk away from family.
It's hard to walk away from siblings.
It's hard to walk away from the only school you ever remember attending.

And while this has been a moment all of us have been anticipating for forever....

It's hard to graduate high school.