After twelve long years of schooling, from kindergarten to now, the Forest Hills Eastern class of 2022 has grown and changed tremendously. In the school years since kindergarten, we have seen each other grow and mature, we have fought and we have forgiven, and we have learned and we have changed. For some of us, we have known each other since kindergarten, when we were a measly five years old, and for others, like myself, we came later, either because we moved houses or switched schools, but nonetheless, we have become who we are today because of each other.
If you are like me, then maybe you are nervous about next year, taking that leap into the unknown: college, trade school, or the workforce. But maybe you are also ready. Though saying goodbye seems hard and the finality of walking the halls of FHE for the last time seems difficult (or maybe you are just excited to get out of here), we are all ready for that next step – whether we realize it or not.
Over the years, we have learned to laugh at ourselves, we have created memories that will last a lifetime, and we have shaped ourselves into young adults ready to take on the world. If you are like me, then maybe you are nervous because next year everything will be different: new faces, new places, and new teachers, but that does not mean that it will all be bad. No, maybe we are all a little bit nervous, but that change that we are all approaching is not one to fear, but one to embrace. As a self-proclaimed hater of change, I am terrified; but as a 17-almost-18 year old, I am excited. I am ready. I have reached the summit of high school and am ready to start climbing towards the next. We all have.
Though for me, high school will be a tough goodbye, not because I did anything particularly amazing or feel like I have peaked in life, but because I am going to miss the familiarity, the comfort that I find at FHE. Coming to school every day, knowing where to park and where to go, walking into class and recognizing all of my peers, and saying “Hi” and “Good morning” to teachers in the hallway, are all things I have grown accustomed to and love. I am going to miss high school, there is no doubt, but we are all ready to move on with our lives. So with that in mind, I would just like to thank all of my friends, peers, and teachers for creating a place I will miss more than I ever would have expected or imagined. I sound sappy and cliche, but I truly would not be the person that I am today without this school and its people, and for that, I thank all of you and say one final farewell as a journalist for the Hawk Herald and a student of FHE.