Today is my last day of classes at RTHS. Am I relishing it enough? Will I remember it? I’m certain to loose touch with these people, some of them anyway…will I forget what it felt like to greet Gracie with a hug, to swing dance in the Drama room, waiting until she has to run to math and I to French? To sit through the longest english class, to argue with my group mates, to finally come to a decision, and to produce an A worthy final project? Will I forget sitting next to Catherine in Seminar and rolling our eyes about math…then the freedom I felt when we are finally released to lunch. Running to the picnic benches, or the English room if it’s too hot, and diving into crackers and cheese. Begrudgingly walking to math, and avoiding sitting down until the last minute, fighting to get one last word into the lunchtime conversation and then collapsing into my seat, next to Gwen and across from Hannah in the back of the classroom. Doing the warm up right away, finishing the classwork as soon as possible, and certainly not making funny faces behind the teacher’s back to get Sucheta to laugh. Will I forget loosing track of time and packing up my bags at 1:00 to rush to history? Carrying Gwen’s spiderman rolly bag to his classroom and fighting sillily for the best seat in the class. Playing games with Sam and Alex or Gwen and Wesley before the lecture started, or trying to engage in historical conversation with people who simply want to play. Having the homework yelled over the people packing up, rushing to their next class as the clock strikes 1:55. Then rushing to drama, and talking to my drama people on the way there…either complaining or laughing or practicing lines with Rosa or Naome or Griffin or Helen. And then dropping my bags and eagerly joining the circle…with speed and alacrity, jumping up and down, reciting silly poems, and minor slips of the tongue. Spending drama in the dark during lectures or practicing a scene. Mr. Finley forgetting what time this class gets out, then crowding out the door in an attempt to beat the crowds to Chemistry. Pulling out my notebooks and putting away my bags, far away from any chemicals, under the lab benches. Sitting through chemistry, either doing a lab or some classwork, and laughing at our “classic” chemistry lab group, or how many canoes there are, or how Anisha may never be a paediatrician. And when 3:45 rolls around, skipping and dancing to Debate, or Rehearsal, or straight outside to wait for my ride with my friends, laughing in the North Carolina heat and just existing as we are in the moment, when for 15 minutes you forget that you have homework, or lines to memorise, and can just be. No. I won’t forget what it is to be a raptor.
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