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     I refuse. I refuse to let this class end without telling everyone how I truly feel about everything.

     Remember how at the beginning of the year, I said God doesn't let me have really bad weeks or really good weeks. Now more than ever do this truly apply to me. I can't really say my time at Saint John's was completely enjoyable, but I cannot say that it was the shithole that a deep part of me inside wants to say. What I will say is that it was filled with mixed emotions.

     I've hated and loved people.

     I've fallen in and out of favor.

     I've made and lost friends.

     I've won and lost elections.

     I've been recognized and rejected.

     Countless cycles of happiness, sadness, anger, felicity, depression, joy.

     To my teachers, I must explicitly thank that small group of teachers who believed in me. I was never the smartest in the class, but regardless you believed in me and my talents. I think we can now all celebrate my accomplishments together, and I have you mentors to thank for that.

     To my classmates, I cannot specifically say how I feel about you: I loved most of you, and am indefferent to the rest, but let me be clear when I say that I hated no one. I want you all to know that you have made a lasting impression in my heart. I will never forget you guys, so please don't be weirded out if a drop a line on facebook in the future.

     I can only hope that I am remembered: remembered in whatever way you want to remember me, but remember me nonetheless. I want there to be an epic embrace when we see eachother 20 years from now.

Tom Misch & Carmody - The Last Song

Lemaitre - The End