- Right when school got canceled, I for real thought it was some kind of pandemic snow day and we’d be back in a week, and then reality slowly slapped me across the face for the month. I was never a person to say they hated school, so it was really hard for me to accept that I wasn’t going to get to say goodbye. It was crazy to think you had a “last time” without knowing it, because you didn’t get to embrace it being your last time. I just trudged out to my car after school, ya know, sat in some traffic and drove off, and never knew. But the senior sendoff felt like a goodbye. And to see all of our supporters there—it was like all the people that made Liberty LIBERTY were back, and that allowed us to say goodbye. I’m so thankful for it.
- My favorite memory of senior year probably has to be our last day of school, when we weren’t in school, when my friend’s car broke down, my other friend got pulled over, and a cop drove by us getting celebratory doughnuts at QT and said “you guys look bored,” to which my friend responded “YOU look bored.” I’ve never been more scared in my life. But he just laughed, eyed the doughnuts, and left. It was a day for the books.