Dear senior year-
you chewed me up and spit me out in the best and worst ways.
you gave me the opportunity to come back to a program that would inevitably be my saving grace. with people who care, and a teacher that wills me to succeed.
you confirmed my worst fears, and left me up to my own devices to truly find myself.
you led me to some of the most genuine people I’ve ever met, giving me nights I wish I could relive again and again.
you gave me pillowcase day, football games, homecoming, prom, senior breakfast, and graduation around the corner.
you gave me my 18th year of life-one that will catapult me into the rest of my human experience.
you gave me one last volleyball season ever, and a senior night that made me cry the hardest.
you gave me the honor of being a leader-a captain, historian, vice president, and synthesizer of memories.
you gave me music- Ed Sheeran, Niall Horan, Hillsong-with some pretty amazing people.
you gave me the chance to start off 2019 with my youth group family, grounding me within the mosaic that is my life.
you handed me my hardest semester of classes yet, which outlined my success in future career endeavors.
you led me to an acceptance to my dream school, where I will pour out my heart and shape myself into the person I’m truly meant to be.
you’re letting me graduate from two different schools, with two different degrees. and that’s pretty darn cool.
you’ve blessed me with sunsets, beach drives, and bittersweet endings.
the chance to move on and begin the beginning of my life.
and oh how I’m thankful for that.