I was going to do this blog post in world religions class on Wednesday, but something stopped me. I didn't want my last blog to be something I just typed to get a grade, for some odd reason I feel a sentimental connection with my homework of all things. So I spent the rest of the week trying to think of what I would write; maybe something about high school as a whole, maybe something about how IB has become my second family, or even just thanking everyone for being a part of my life. Something about the finality of this has me stuck trying to make sure there isn't something better I'll think of later, or leaving something unsaid, to be lost for the rest of my life.
Ultimately, I don't feel like summarizing my time in high school is the best post, I'd rather make it more centered on IB, because it's what I'll remember more of when I think back on Millbrook. Everyone in the programme really has become significant in my life, and I do love you guys, in my own way. I don't show it, I'm not one for expressing emotion really, but everyone I've had the pleasure of having class with has had a profound impact on who I am today, and I care about all of you. As ready as I am to leave Millbrook as a building, I am nowhere near ready to leave behind the people inside of it.
Thank you, everyone, students and teachers, for the times we've had together at Millbrook. The saddest moment of my life will not be saying goodbyes at graduation, but when I'm old and I start to lose the memories of us together (or possibly when we all come back and see each other and it doesn't work like Mrs. G said it would when we studied NLMG).
Ahh, my best friend. One of those people I hope to be sitting at a bar with at 45 years old and laughing about stupid things we did during high school. I don't know what I'm gonna do with out you man. It'll be tough, waking up with no text asking when we are going to the gym. You are my best friend, nothing short of it. When I think of high school, you're standing there right at the door. I don't want to get emotional, but screw that NLMG bull, I'm never going to forget this friendship. You're a lifelong friend. And you've built me up just as much as I've built you up. Together we are a damn good team. I'll be seeing you around B-rad.
ReplyDeleteBrad, when I first met you, you were a very condescending and very intelligent person who would finish Bio tests in about 30 minutes, while the rest of us needed the full 90. In chemistry, you were mostly the same. But I think IB has been good for you; you're still very intelligent, but I think being surrounded by people who are as smart as you helped humble you (slightly). We've grown closer this last year, and I'm proud to call you my friend. I know you'll do great things at UNC and beyond. If I ever need surgery in 15 years, I'll come to Doctor B-rad. Good luck, and we'll be in touch.
ReplyDeleteWow Bradley ironically this blog post is the most emotional one i have read so far. I honestly didn't believe you could feel emotions. However I think that this post shines a proper light on your personality. You are one of the most interesting people that i have met and have enjoyed becoming closer friends with you this year. You may laugh but i consider myself a pretty smart person and when i meet people in class i always think of them as average or "book smart". You are one of the few people i have met that make me go "Wow there's someone who knows what the f*ck the're doing!" You have some of that dank dank common sense. I can always count on you to make a witty remark in class or have an ongoing joke about 420 in front of a teacher. I'm sure that your intelligence and confidence will take you far in life.
ReplyDeleteThere's no real closure- I promise. Have an awesome time at college- learning, making lame jokes about 420 that you think a teacher/professor doesn't understand, and getting swole with Trey when you're both home for breaks.
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