On Friday I graduated high school forever. I cannot believe it. It was still weird after a day filled with graduation practice, graduation, and a party that went until 5 AM.I will miss many things about high school: the couple of these girls that will be gone away, seeing all the wonderful students, my amazing teachers, the commons, the library, the journalism lab, the UCCU employee parking spaces, the random dark hallway whose purpose is still unknown, the drinking fountains who spurted suspicious rusty lake water, seminary.
In keeping with tradition, here are a few of my favorite yearbook signatures (names changed).
"Isabelle. You are not asian. That is all." (An Asian)
"Isabelle,
Our lives are filled with tragic miscommunications, mostly when I hit on you, and you are confused and mildly afraid." (Rarrison Hichards)
"Isabelle:
Well. When you slept under the tables that freaked me out." (The Younger James)
"Isabelle! I liked how you slept under the tables." (Peary)
"You are easily one of the most memorable personalities in school." (Jenkins the Janitor)
"Isabelle, I don't know what I would do without your sarcastic remarks and wonderful smile." (Joshua)
It has been a roller coaster of good times and bad these past years, and I wouldn't trade one moment of it for anything.
Love,
Lizzy ;-D
