I smile as I gaze down the crowded stairwells and purchase my last slushy from The Turning Point. People flood the cafeteria doors as the smells of stale pizza and cleaning disinfectant from the tables rise into the air. I will truly miss this home that I knew as Southfield High School.
Over the past four years, I have been transformed into the person that I am today. If it weren’t for the dedication of my teachers, the lessons I learned from my friends and the motivation from my enemies, I don’t think that my experience at Southfield would have been as grand as it was.
I want to thank all the teachers who were there for me when I needed them the most. The ones who listened to me whine before school, fed me at lunch time, took me home after school and then called me at night to remind me that I had a paper due the next day. You all know who you are, and I will carry those very memories with me up the road to Michigan State, onto my career path and steadily down the road of life.
I sincerely hope that all underclassmen reading this will learn all they possibly can at Southfield High and take advantage of the many opportunities this school has to offer. It’s not over until it’s over.
I have played my last song in the radio station and typed my last article for newspaper. Unlike the smell of stale pizza, the memories that I have will never fade away.