{"id":16279,"date":"2016-05-25T12:44:19","date_gmt":"2016-05-25T17:44:19","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/sites.imsa.edu\/acronym\/?p=16279"},"modified":"2016-05-25T12:49:37","modified_gmt":"2016-05-25T17:49:37","slug":"to-my-seniors","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/sites.imsa.edu\/acronym\/2016\/05\/25\/to-my-seniors\/","title":{"rendered":"To My Seniors"},"content":{"rendered":"

To my down quad,
\n<\/strong>Thanks for being the first. The first to take me under your wing, the first to teach me how to use the microwave, the first to teach me how to break in…my super hard mattress pad. The first to call me \u201csophomore\u201d, the first to feed me ramen, the first to teach me what it means to be a \u201cnub\u201d. I\u2019m sorry I didn\u2019t spend time with you second semester, I really am. But if I\u2019m grateful for anything, it\u2019s that every time I came back to your door, it was as if nothing had changed. We were never quite similar, and we never really will be. But with all of the change and growth we\u2019re both about to go through, just remember that you were my #1\u2019s, and you <\/span>always <\/span><\/i>will be.<\/span><\/p>\n

To my therapist,<\/strong>
\nMy god, now that\u2019s what I call survival. How is it that you manage to say all of the right stuff at the right time? You have school, and you have boy problems, and you\u2019re scared for college too. I know you are. I think that\u2019s what makes you do it, though.You know the feelings associated with this place more than anyone else. Understand what you\u2019ve done for others. For all the pizza you\u2019ve donated to remedy a break up, or the times you played catch with me at 2 am to ease my mind, or the countless hours you just sat there, and listened. Maybe one day I could be as selfless as you.<\/span><\/p>\n

To the one I can always party with,<\/strong>
\nYou were always a good time buddy, and don\u2019t you ever stop being a good time. I hope you find your own 05 slabs in college where you can blast Chance\u2019s new album, eat Sarps, and watch the sunset. I hope you never have a dull conversation, and you love the ones you\u2019re with. You know what I regret, though? I don\u2019t think I actually know you that well. Yeah we jam, we laugh, and we make good memories. But I wish we would\u2019ve had one deep talk, just one. Ah, nevermind, I\u2019m just being selfish. You made this year a blast. And one thing is for sure, I\u2019m never gonna forget you.<\/span><\/p>\n

To my big brother and sister,
\n<\/strong>You\u2019re going to miss me so much. Just admit it. Who else is going to be there to piss you off for the hell of it? Who else is going to be there to bring down your self esteem? Who else knows the things you hate most about this campus, and the things you love? But, more than that, who else is going to respect you the amount that I do? Hey loser, you made this place a home away from home for me. I never really told you I appreciated you, and I figured there\u2019s not much more time to say something. So, here it goes. There won\u2019t be anyone else to tell me to stop screwing around when I have work to do. There won\u2019t be anyone else that says exactly what I need to hear when my grades suck and I\u2019m stressed about college. You were never perfect, and you were never the best role model. But you were the best I could ask for. Have fun in college bud, but not too much fun.<\/span><\/p>\n

To the one who always waved at me in the halls,<\/strong>
\nI don\u2019t actually remember how I met you. Maybe we were at the same dinner date once, or maybe we awkwardly sat at the same Sodexo table for 20 minutes. Maybe it\u2019s just because you\u2019re super well known and I\u2019m a scrubby little underclassmen. But you should know that your smiles made my day. And I\u2019m sorry I didn\u2019t get to know you better. I hope you keep the optimism you spread right now, and you should never change.<\/span><\/p>\n

To my mentor,<\/strong>
\nI don\u2019t know what I\u2019m going to do without you, seriously. Other people I\u2019ll miss, but you? How do you expect me to function? You led me through everything. My first article, my first module. And now you\u2019re just dropping everything, saying \u201cnot my problem anymore\u201d and leaving? How could you? You think that\u2019s fair? And I know it doesn\u2019t matter to you, because you\u2019ve done your job and it\u2019s part of the cycle.<\/span><\/p>\n

But I think I\u2019m just afraid I won\u2019t grow anymore. It\u2019s like every time I talked to you, I learned something new. I don\u2019t think I\u2019ll ever have a role model like that again. Man, I loved having someone to look up to. But I guess this is you telling me it\u2019s time to look to myself now.<\/p>\n

You know I\u2019m thankful, so I\u2019m not going to repeat that a bunch of times. But I will say this: thank you for abandoning me. Thank you for letting me go. I need it, and you know I do. I guess this is where I grow.<\/p>\n

And I promise you, with all of my heart, I\u2019ll do whatever it takes, whatever is in my power, to make IMSA a better place. For the rest of us, and for you.<\/p>\n

To my table buddy,<\/strong>
\nAyy buddy! Here\u2019s to all those lame inside jokes we had about falling asleep in class and looking up who played the baby sun in the Teletubbies. I kinda wished we talked more outside of class, though. It doesn\u2019t seem like there was a dull moment between us, and we bonded so well! Nonetheless, you made that class bearable. More than that, you made one of my most favorite IMSA memories. I hope you bring good times wherever you go.<\/span><\/p>\n

To my teammate,<\/strong>
\nI\u2019m just going to apologize now for how underwhelming your senior gifts were. It\u2019s honestly kinda funny. We did those posters in like, 30 minutes. And you were right outside of the door so it wasn\u2019t even a surprise. But hey, you really deserve more than just fingerprints on butcher paper. From the moment I walked on that court sophomore year, you began teaching me. You taught me technique, and you taught me how not to be frozen in fear every time Coach looked at me. We grew together dude, even if we still lost a ton. Take that caring heart and determined mind wherever you go.<\/span><\/p>\n

To the Superstar,<\/strong>
\nI remember looking at you sophomore year and just always repeating that infamous phrase: \u201cMan, why can\u2019t I be that well put together?\u201d You are famous across campus: good grades, good positions, goes to the gym regularly. Well, went to the gym regularly. The problem is, I only ever saw you from the outside looking in. My admiration was glorified, and rightfully so, but glorified nonetheless. Typical underclassmen. I regret not knowing any other side of you but the perfect image reflected to the rest of the public. I wish you continual success, and I know you\u2019ll leave a legacy wherever you go. Hopefully your fame in the future doesn\u2019t make you intangible. <\/span><\/p>\n

To my best friend,<\/strong>
\nYou\u2019ve got it all, kid. You are my mother when I need comforting, my sister when I need a yelling, and my teammate when I need some cheering on. You are that smile in the hallway that can brighten up my day, the words that I need to hear, and the lessons that I need to learn. So many late nights, so much Sarpino\u2019s, and so many dance parties. So many hugs, and so many kisses. I\u2019m so proud of you, dude, you\u2019ve come a long way. From crumbling with 3 hours of sleep a night junior year, to #sss, it\u2019s been ridiculous watching you grow. But you made it, man, and I can\u2019t wait to see where life takes you. Just try not to forget me when you\u2019re out there making millions, okay?<\/span><\/p>\n

To my seniors,<\/strong>
\nKnow that you\u2019ve left your mark, somehow and somewhere.\u00a0<\/span>Trust me, we\u2019ll miss you.
\n<\/span>Congratulations, and good luck on everything.<\/span><\/p>\n

Sincerely,
\nYour Underclassmen<\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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