13/04/2025
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๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ ๐๐๐๐ซ๐ฌ, ๐๐ง๐ ๐๐ง๐๐จ๐ซ๐ ๐๐ญ๐ญ๐๐๐ฅ๐ ๐๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ๐ง๐๐ฒ
You and me, forevermore
Four tumultuous years of friendship, sacrifice, and a crazy little thing we call hope. Our family has taken on many namesโfrom Copernicus to Mendel, and Mendel to Lavoisier, now finally Newton. In each year, we have made memories that will last us a lifetime.
The four walls of a classroom may feel constricting at times, but theyโre made lighter by the laughter and camaraderie we share. No school day is complete without break-time shenanigans or the echo of loud cackling that reverberates throughout the room. These days we have shared were not always picture-perfect. They werenโt made of perfect answers and perfect turns. Theyโre a mosaic, with love seeping through the cracks of mundanity.
We have spent the last few years sharing everythingโthe highs and lows, failures and achievementsโbut most importantly, we have shared love. And with this love, we have manifested our legacy; we have made our mark. We may have shown the world small creations such as Kabuki, the Big Book, our light-studded garden, and the black chair in front of our room, but most importantlyโwe will be remembered as the class who shared finger hearts and remembered to say โI love youโ whenever we could.
Love is terrible, awful, and makes us do things we wouldnโt dare to do. Gladly, it was something we did not do alone. As we say goodbye to the close proximity and the promise of same faces in the same room, let us remember the happiness we once shared. Together we will carry the lessons and brave the next step forward.
๐ช๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐: Janna Miranje Catalino
๐ณ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐: Alianna Madrangca
