dear class of 2019

Think about who you are.

Even those of you that told me you could never write FAR exceeded your own expectations. I care about all of you a lot, and I wish we had more time together. It took much work and effort in your studies to get you to this point, and you should be proud of all you have accomplished. But there are still many building blocks of the path ahead of you, and I want to remind you that I care about you deeply, and I want you to remember to be careful where you pour that cement.

I love Murderbot.

You’re a few final papers, a couple sweaty class periods, and a bunch of study-session SnapChats away from being sophomores.

If I can say one thing about you, class of 2019, it’s that I never know what to expect when I walk into class with you. I’ve learned more about your dating lives than I ever cared to, and you all suffered through the boring things I forced you to learn. I’ve learned the applications and definitions of terms like “lit,” “hype,” “dope,” “goals,” “OG,” and other words that I should never try to say out loud again.

There’s nothing you can do to re-route that part of your path. Keep speaking out. As a result, the Dear Class of 2019… Class of 2019- oh the places you’ll go!

You’re observant. On other days when I expected to get through a class period in peace, I was met with blatant hatred of an imaginary little girl named Scout, a beanie baby deer hanging from the ceiling, and shreds of foam swords littering the floor. One where you can essentially be whoever you want to be. And you’re unsure. (Is it a Cheers thing? The Malvern School will never be quite the same without you. Keep being unpredictable. You made it through all four years of high school. 1st January 2020 at 11:06 pm - Reply. We hope you will have fond memories of CATA and of all the people here. I read everything from dystopian sci-fi love triangles to a narrative about a protagonist who changed genders at random to deeply disturbing tales of family destruction and gang warfare that made me question the health and well-being of your psyches. 46 Class of 2019, You are finally done with your first year of college, and you should be proud! I know adults aren’t easy to trust, and teachers least of all, but please trust me. Home; About; Write a Post; Contact. You’re on the edge of a cliff, ladies and gentlemen. it really has been a good year’s reading, hasn’t it? 0 . You’re bold. Your writing has grown just as much. 2nd January 2020 at 4:33 pm - Reply *Clinks tea mugs* Greg. And if you have questions about any of these tips, please: Do not contact me on Snapchat. Congratulations on making it to this point in your academic career. Don’t allow yourselves to fall into a limited understanding of who you are. She graduated with honors from The University of Alabama in May 2018 and plans to attend law school in the fall.How to Still Get Your Dream Job in a COVID-19 WorldIntroducing the 2020-2021 Publications SubcommitteeHow Mentors Guided GM Communications Coordinator to Dream Job This project started because one of us took the… That’s right, I’m talking about second semester. So I need you to trust me. The moment that we’ve all been waiting for is so close that we can almost taste it. I don’t exactly know how that would work, but I’ll let you use your imagination, which you have plenty of.Remember when you wrote your own novels? Or, you will. Trust that I truly care about each of you.

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Dear Class of 2019.

I do not “get” Snapchat. You’re a few final papers, a couple sweaty class periods, and a bunch of study-session SnapChats away from being sophomores.

Man, those were the days. You know me, and I know you. There it is. Dear Class of 2019, It’s the end of freshman year.

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