See You Later 🩵🤍

     I don’t know how to start this without getting emotional, but here we are—When I came to MSA I didn’t know what I was doing. I stayed in my room all the time because I was worried other would see that I didn’t really belong here like they did. I stayed close to the one friend I had that came to the from my town. I saw how amazing all my classmates were at writing, and I thought I wouldn’t make it.  

     But as the first couple weeks pasted, I found myself stepping out of my shell (or dorm room in this case) as I found that I enjoyed a lot of the same things as many people on my floor. Then as the first semester pasted by, I grew closer to those who I now consider my Best Friends, no matter how childish that might sound to some. I love my hometown very much, but I know that if I stayed, I would have never gotten the opportunities that I got here at MSA or would I have met the wonderful people here from all over Mississippi who taught me so much about places outside of the small world I used to live in. 

     This school has been more than just a building filled with classrooms—it’s been a collection of memories, laughter, heartbreak, awkward moments, and unexpected friendships. It’s been a place where we found pieces of ourselves, sometimes in the people around us, and sometimes in the quietest moments we didn’t think anyone noticed. 

     I’ll miss the chaos of the mornings, the sleepy stares in first period, the inside jokes whispered across the room, the lunch table drama, the group projects that nearly broke us (but somehow made us closer), and the teachers who believed in us even when we didn’t believe in ourselves. 

      We grew up here. We stumbled, we failed, we succeeded, we learned—and not just from textbooks. We learned about life. About people. About how hard goodbyes really are. 

      To the people who stayed, who left, who changed us in ways they’ll never fully understand—thank you. To the hallways that heard our secrets and the classrooms that held our dreams—thank you. To every single day that shaped us into who we are right now—thank you. 

     It’s time to say goodbye now. And as much as I wanted to sprint toward the future, I find myself pausing, just for a moment, to look back. To feel everything one last time. 

So, this is it. My final sign-off. Goodbye, school. You’ll always have a piece of my heart. 

With love, 

Crislyn Lance, MSA Senior Literary Class of ‘25 

Author: CrisLance

Howdy Hey! My name is Crislyn Lance, but you can call me Cris. I love reading fantasy books, and fanfics. I love creating characters and studying characters. I love writing fiction, and sometimes I like writing plays. One of my goals is to become an author. I love the feeling of joy I get when I write a fiction story because it allows me to express the ideas that go on in my head after a long day. View all posts by CrisLance