Written by Debra Murray
Everyone always talks about how fleeting time goes and how life changes in the blink of an eye. That was something I didn’t understand until my senior year started to come to an end. You go from a scared little freshman to an almost grown senior way faster than you expect. I still remember finding my first friends at PRP and all of the exciting things that come along with starting high school, but now that chapter is ending. Senior year has definitely been the quickest year of my life. It feels like yesterday I was planning what I was going to wear for the “Last First Day,” and now I’m filing for housing at college and measuring for my cap and gown. It’s time for the training wheels to come off.
Paw Print has been my safe haven at school. No matter what was going on in my life or how I was feeling, I knew that everything would be okay while I was there. The Paw Print room was the home of many bursts of extremely loud laughter, rant sessions, tears, teachers walking in during inappropriate conversations and most importantly the touching relationships I’ve formed with my fellow staff writers and editors. Room 315 has been a place for my growth since the time I was an annoying and over-eager freshman who could not ever shut up during her Introduction to Journalism class to a hopefully less annoying senior, but also a more accomplished writer thanks to Mrs. Fox’s kind, yet blunt guidance.
PRP has allowed me to grow and mature in all of the ways that I have needed to. I’m beyond thankful for all of my caring and supportive teachers who have helped me achieve goals throughout high school. PRP has been such a great community to spend these past four years at and I’m so grateful to have all of the heart touching memories to look back on with my class.
Winnie the Pooh once said, “How lucky am I to have something that makes saying goodbye so hard.” Saying goodbye to PRP is one of the hardest things I’ve had to do. Soon all of my friends I spent the last four years having movie marathons, shopping sprees, going to football games, and Qdoba meetups with will be separated and starting a new chapter in our lives. Graduation is a bittersweet experience because as sad as I am to move on from the amazing four years, it means everyone gets to pursue their goals and for us to start the rest of our lives. Goodbye PRP. Thank you for these unforgettable four years.
To my fellow seniors:
I know that our senior has not gone as planned and we aren’t getting the perfect senior year that we imagined, but I am so glad to have so many amazing memories with our class. While we can’t change the decisions that the Governor has made to protect public health, we can focus on the positive and do as many things that make us happy. At least our senior year was unforgettable!