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Reminiscent

The last of Fenn

How lucky I am to have something that makes saying goodbye so hard.”

-A.A. Milne

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          I am still unable to comprehend the fact that we are truly never going to have another real day of school at Fenn for the rest of our lives. (At least for those of us who are leaving this year) We never had the chance to say our last goodbyes, never had the chance to create final lasting memory’s, never had the chance to leave Ward hall that last time, never had the chance for us Gold Team members to finally beat blue on field day. We never had the chance. 


I know that each and every one of us is sad and depressed about this whole quarantine thing, and being cooped up in your house for a period of time longer than usual, or maybe the fact that your trip to some tropical place was cancelled. However that should not be the main thing on your mind; we should be remembering the amazing times that we have had throughout the last few years of our life at this beautiful Fenn campus with our colleagues. Although we may never see some of them again, I’m sure that we have made lasting memories with more of them then you can think is possible. I’m sure we will recognize these people, even if the next time we see them is in thirty years, I bet that we will be able to walk up to them, greet them, and remember this horrible end to a memorable Fenn career. 

I myself have been thinking about it, not only during the day, but even at night while I am asleep. Memories at Fenn are constantly the highlight of my dreams, and it still doesn’t seem real to me that we won’t be able to create any more. I even miss the times that I once hated, such as those boring talks during all school meeting, or the daily dose of the whole upper school being yelled at for some reason at the end of lunch, or even a teacher telling you to tuck in your shirt, I miss it all. I guess I could say that one of those time machines could come in handy right now. 

I am also fearful for what lies ahead with the future of these old friendships. Will they last? Will they weaken? Will I find friends just as good at my new school? These questions will all be answered in the coming years, but whether I want to hear the answer to them is a different story. Soon, before too long, we’ll be doing this all over again, but to more of an extreme; we’ll be leaving for college, completely leaving behind everyone else, wishing we were the kid that was entering that new atmosphere a few years before, unsure about what the future will hold. Maybe however, we’ll just be wishing in four short years that it was now, and that we could relive our high school experience all over again. Whatever the future may hold, I will always miss Fenn.

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Rory Kennealy

This was a great writing piece. It really makes think about all the times I had at Fenn. the good the bad the sad all of them. It also really makes me think about how much I am going to miss Fenn next year.

Fitz...

You are a writer on fire. This is another supremely awesome post that is rich and reflection and poignant thoughts and memories. All I would say to make this perfect is visual rhetoric and make it look as marvelous as it is because this is a true and perfect essay. I would let the last line hang out there as your final paragraph.

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