Hey guys! I can’t believe it’s March already đ The juniors are becoming seniors and getting their stuff together. And the seniors….my babies….(sobs for a few minutes and sighs while wiping a tear away before pretending I’m fine) I’ll miss you so much.
   It feels like just yesterday I went on a picnic with my new cool friends and met my favorite two people in the world. I remember when I hated this place. Boy, times really change.
   I remember the first time Katie played the cello for me and we bonded over our shared interests and our dread of going to first block instead of sleeping.
I remember the first time Stephyne called me beautiful and meant it. She taught me to love myself and that everyone can use a little bit of kindness.
   I owe so much to Maple, who invited me to sit with them that first day. And for the hour-long texts when I felt like I was drowning in this sea of students.
I thank my student body president who, even though she didn’t know me except for a ten-minute interaction months before, stayed on the phone with me for hours while I broke down daily.
  I thank Azya for encouraging me to be myself and not to worry about everyone’s opinion all of the time.
  I thank Bri for sharing my love of Pink Floyd and being so compassionate and empathetic even though she barely knew me.
   I thank Morgan for showing me that I don’t need to conform for them to accept me.
  I thank my beautiful juniors for creating this beautiful bond with me so I don’t feel so alone anymore.
  I thank one of my beautiful best friends, Callie, for never making me feel ridiculed, for giving me food when I forget to shop (all of the time), for encouraging me to dress like Rob Zombie, for taking me thrifting for the first time and introducing me to Depeche Mode. You are so beautiful.
   I thank Mrs. Sibley for being a maternal figure to me. For helping me unlock a part of my soul when it comes to writing. For being ever so lenient when it came to my late work.
    Thank thank thank you Zayne for being my best friend. For staying up till four A.M. all of the time on FaceTime. For laying on my lap while I’m on the phone. For walking me up the stairs when we have to go to our dorms. I thank you for many more things. You are my rock. I love you and when you graduate, you’re not getting rid of me that easily. We’ll hang out. I don’t care if I have to drive four hours to see you. We’ll FaceTime, call, play games together.
I’m not ready for you to leave me, but I am ready for us to make new memories together. I love you all and I’m sure that this is just the first of many bittersweet blogs that no one reads. I can’t wait to continue to bond with you all. I love you guys so much!
This has been your friendly neighborhood weirdo with a new blog.
-Mick
This is so sweet Mick, here is to new memories!