Dear Class of 2013
I do not know all of you. To some, I did not know you at all, apart from a face and a name. And now, at the end of it, I’m sorry that I was too shy or didn’t put in the effort to get to know more of you. But during graduation week, honestly, I felt like that all melted away and I’m really thankful to all of you for making my last week at our school so wonderful! 🙂
Whether it be jigging class dressed as a transvestite or attempting to pretend nonchalance while holding your breath in your junior uniform, when we were together a grade, it made it all the more fun, and all the more memorable 😀
You made water fighting the most awesome-sauce pastime in existence and honestly, because of you all, graduation was brilliant and post-grad even better 😀
It’s surreal feeling, knowing we as a grade, will never fully be together again, and I feel a little weird about it. As much as I’m not going to miss our puke-ish uniforms (girls you know what I’m saying!) or the bells or the rules, I’m going to miss us. Our grade, the grade that was so vibrant, so crazy and so loved 🙂
The reputation of our grade was just… nuts. Actually. I wish I could use bette words but I really can’t lie when that was it 😛
Go Bake Yourself 