I can’t believe that in eighteen days, only twelve of which are school days, I will come through the double doors and walk the hallways of BCS of the last time as a high school student.  Then in thirty days, eleven after the final day of school, I walk the stage to officially graduate from Belfast Central School.  

I won’t be smelling the teacher’s room on Monday morning, or listening to coach Sullivan chew out the soccer team for touching the balls, or being too slow, nor will I ever be on a team that launches a three as time expires and wins in overtime on a brand new basketball court.  I won’t get to walk into the smell of regret: body odor masked with Axe. I won’t be in the locker room prior to a basketball to excite the team to take the floor against the opponent one last time, or see Coach Enders’ giddy face as he walks around the corner into the locker room to greet us before every game and practice.  I won’t get to sit in all my study halls with Mrs. Calanni, all the while she hounds me to get my English done, which I do, then at the end of it all, forget to turn the homework in.  

One thing that will not be missed is the deadly disease that plagues every high school senior at many different levels of the spectrum.  This illness is known most simply as “Senioritis.” This disease made me be lazy and complain nearly every day.   May God bless the souls of all seniors who may proceed after this year’s seniors.

I sure will miss this place, but don’t get me wrong: one door closing only leads you to a hallway to the next opportunity: Great Lakes Recruit Training Command, here I come.