24 April 2015


The amount of times I have re-written this post over and over again is ridiculous. It’s hard to say everything you want to say about the past 13 years of your life in just a few hundred words or so. But I’m giving it my best shot, because after all, another time like this will never come again. Depressing much?

Class of 2015.

We stand here, on the precipice of the future, our future. It’s not a distant reality anymore. It begins here. It begins today.

We began high school as children, but we’re leaving as young adults. We have completed a basic level of education that will serve as the platform we are using to launch ourselves into our futures. Some of us will go onto college, university, some even going straight into work, while others take a gap year. Whatever you are doing, each of us will travel our own path. No matter what that path is, let it be the yellow brick road even, there will be challenges ahead that will face us. We need to meet those challenges straight on with our heads held high as it is not enough to simply try and get by in life. The future is truly in our hands, so let’s make the most of it.
It seems like it was only yesterday we were tiny little first years fighting away through the corridors trying to figure out where our next class was (and darn, did that one way corridor in Science not make things so much more difficult!) and looking clueless to all the seniors. Now we are the seniors who stand here (well…not literally) ready to graduate and move forward in the world. Yet at this moment of mixed emotions, we can’t help looking back. 
How do we measure the time we have spent in high school? At the start, we measured it in class periods, only dreaming of the day of eventual freedom. As the days and weeks passed, we measure it in terms, and later in years as we moved from being the babies of the school to turning into right typical teenagers who thought they had it all figured out. By the time we reached our senior year, we were confident that we were prepared to take over the S6 Common Room and “rule the school”! And now here we stand. Our rule is over, and it is now up to the class of 2016 to step into our shoes and take over. I know now that my time will be measured in a much different way. I will measure it in all the friendships I have had in the past six years - some just being within classroom walls. But I’ll remember each one fondly. And when some of our high school memories begin to fade, that’s how we will ultimately measure the time we have spent here. Not in periods, terms or years - but in the friendships that we made and the times we shared together.
To our teachers, thank you for sharing your time, talent and knowledge with us. Yes, we know it is your job to do so, but you go beyond the call of duty. You took the time to explain tasks, sometimes repeatedly because we weren’t paying attention. 
You put in the effort to make lessons more interesting so we were less likely to tune out. You pushed us for excellence even when we didn’t feel like we could achieve it. You sat the bar high and challenged us to live up to it…even though I’m not good with heights…literally. Mr Lynch, Mr Arbuckle and Mr McPake. Mrs Durie, Miss Walker, Mrs Batty and Mrs Coull. And to those who left during my six years; Mr Morrison and Mr Carson, Miss McKeown, Mrs Todd and Miss Cameron. (Just to name some *wink*) Thank you all. 

To our parents, thank you for supporting us in more ways than it is possible to count. You made sure we were out of bed each morning, even if that meant dragging us out by our feet. You came to drama shows, attended sports day, you even helped us with the dreaded homework and listened to our complaints. You commiserated over our daily dramas, however you gave us space to learn how to work things out for ourselves. These are just a few of the millions of ways you've supported us on our journey throughout school. Thank you.

With one day officially left (Muck Up Day!) I will be fitting in my goodbyes in the hallways and classrooms while there is still time. Hurrying to get the handshakes, possible hugs and photos alongside the thank yous in to my teachers while I remember what they taught me and how great they were.

With summer just over the horizon soon followed by the start of University life, the grey and beige stone school by the name of Craigmount is fading away in the distance. I will say goodbye again but not just for a weekend, but for a final time.

To those not only graduating at my school, but everyone all around; follow your passion, continue to be leaders, and to the very best of luck in your future. 

Class of 2015…we did it!

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