Just Me This Time

It's time for my bon voyage, my final goodbye. I know I'll end up sounding dramatic or something as I keep writing, so I just want to say straight out that I love what I have become as both a writer and a person. I look at my inspirations like my writing instructor and my friends who have acted as coaches, and I know that in a way I have taken bits of them and incorporated them in my writing. I can't imagine reaching levels that my teacher is at, but I know that if I can get close to her, I will be fulfilled and incredibly proud. Tomorrow will be a very hard day to get through, and I am enjoying pretending that it really isn't my last day. I know that I will still keep in touch, but it's hard to imagine not knowing that I'll be back soon to seek guidance or just have a good conversation. I've grown up, and it wasn't easy but it wasn't too hard either. There was an immense support system that never disappointed me along the way and I've come to love my teachers and my friends as they recur in my stories and in my reminiscent mind. I cannot believe it's actually time to leave, but I know that I can't see this as anything but a great opportunity. My mentors have given me every inch of energy they could in preparing me in the real world, some sharing their academic knowledge, and some sharing their life lessons, their smiles, their criticism, and their faith. It is an amazing feeling to know that someone believes in you completely. I am luckier than most, and I know that I've been blessed by my life at high school. Ah, look at me. I told you I'd sound dramatic...It's just that these four years have made such a large impact on who I am, and my peers and teachers have seen me grow up into the Sadina I am today. I don't think I can thank them enough. I have to stop writing for the sake of not crying, and I want to save my special messages for the ones who truly deserve to know how much they mean to me, but I know that tomorrow will be full of emotions, some appreciative, poignant, sentimental, and resentful of leaving. Either way, I know that I am starting my journey in the best condition that I could ask for, and I will never forget the ones who moved me so deeply, immortalizing them in the only way I know how, literature.