Dear CCHS, 

I would be lying if I said it was anything like the movies, it wasn’t. In most ways it was better. Somehow, some way the highs out weighed the lows, and believe me there were a lot of lows. From homecomings to the relationships and friendships, the numerous laps around town, the parties, the feeling of the whole town behind your back on what felt like the biggest game days of the year,the now empty hallways that were once so crowded to the classrooms. I’ve learned, I’ve learned important life lessons,the anatomy of the body, how to balance a checkbook, who Shakespeare was, why the earth doesn’t just fall out of the sky, and much much more. I still have no clue why we learned the pythagorean theorem, that was pretty much useless. Every morning when my alarm rang, I would dread going to school, in class I would stare at the clock, to watch as the hands slowly ticked toward the weekend. But now that it’s over, I regret that. If I’m going to be honest I would do high school again to try much harder. I would do it again to pay attention more, to study harder. But the main reason I would do it again, is for the memories. I would do it again to get in trouble more, to stay out later, have more fun. I know that it isn’t the best message to send and don’t get me wrong, I do wish I tried harder, studied more, and paid more attention. But right now that’s not what I am feeling. And I know high school is such a small part of life, but CCHS was such a big part for such a long time.From elementary all the way to the finish. Because of CCHS, I met my best friends, laughed with many, cried with others, and created so many memories. So for that I thank you.