Honestly, I can’t believe that my four years here at RB are over. That’s not to say I’m not happy about being able to leave and go away to Missouri for another four years, because I am. It’s just weird to me that this year I’m the one walking across the stage at graduation after watching my older sister do it three years ago, and watching my step brother do it last year.
Unfortunately, we don’t have the distinction of being the graduating class of the Stanley Cup Champion Chicago Blackhawks, but we will have diplomas in hand when the NBA Finals start and, oh yes, expect the Bulls to be there.
I want to give a shout out to some of my favorite teachers: Mr. Mancoff, Mr. Gouwens, Mr. Turk, Mr. Holt, Mrs. Gallagher, Ms. Carlson (that’s how I know her), Mr. Keefe, Mr. Forberg, Ms. Lopez, Mr. Beasley, Mr. O’Rourke, Mr. Prokes, Mrs. Sarkady, Mrs. Todhunter, Ms. Mynaugh, and Mr. Bonarigo. Every single one of these teachers has made an impact on my life no matter how big or small the contribution was. I am grateful to RB for allowing me to pursue opportunities in journalism. It feels good to be done with primary schooling. There’s so much more for me to go out and do.
I did develop my swag while at RB, so I have to give some props to the administration. I’m on to bigger and better things. I’ve definitely enjoyed my time at RB, but I’m ready to go. Trust me. Just ask my parents. Bet.