You all know that I'm not the most touchy-feely or sentimental person, especially not in our class (that honor goes to Izzy). However, I'm going to take this chance to say everything I never have about you all and our class.
Our Humanities class is fantastic. It has been one of the best classes I have ever taken not only because of the curriculum but because of the open and stimulating talk made possible by this specific combination of people. Each one of us brings something unique to the table.
Over the course of this year both the students and teachers of our class ave been challenged. Together we have faced pep rallies, screwed up schedules, triple test days, and sleep depravation. We have also endured emotional drama and personal tragedy as a community. Within the greater St. Martin's family tree, we are a side branch. I feel like we have become so bonded as a class, probably due to the extensive amount of time we spend with each other both in and out of class (uber periods and the group text lol). That's not to say that we don't drive each other crazy. The singing, the Nicki Minaj @Sri, the Humanities art tests @MrsQ, Midnight's Children race to the finish, etcetera, etcetera, etcetera...
As a class, we have struggled through Kundera, been confused by Marquez, sobbed at Morrison, laughed at Voltaire, and cried tears of utter exhaustion while reading Rushdie. Joining forces, we have conquered every test Ms. K and Mrs. Q have thrown at us. We work together to ensure our success as a group--teamwork makes the dream work (hate that phrase but it applies well here).
Anyway... You guys have been there from the start (even Bre, though she abandoned us for a few years). We started from the bottom (i.e. lower school) and now we're here--one day out from Senior Chapel. We made it. We took all the tests, beat the clock, slayed the dragon (i.e. Beckman's final exam), and are finally graduating. I am so proud of you all and can't wait to see what you do next.
To our fearless leaders: Thank you for tolerating (and occasionally taking part in) our shenanigans and tomfoolery. I feel like I speak for all of us when I say that we could not have wished for better teachers and mentors. Thank you for everything.
I know I snark a lot about how I'm ready to go and I'm not getting sentimental but, fact is, in my own way I am. Instead of getting sad, however, I'm just so happy to remember the past we've had together and look toward a bright future for each and every one of us. I truly do hope that we all remember our bond, even over time and distance. While I have attempted to do so here, I cannot express in words how much I love all of you. Thank you for the past ten years. It's been a pleasure serving with you.