I've written about this before but it's odd to me how high school brings youth from every corner onto one campus for four years. During probably the four most formative years of our lives, we grow tight-knit even as the grades above and below us form their own generalizations about the character of our class. People in the class form friendships and alliances with each other and some even go so far as to declare a serious relationship. For four years. Four years of strenuous learning, development, and growth later, a class parts from the steps of Samuel Phillips Hall. Clusters of people will end up going to universities in close proximity geographically and others will permanently end ties by virtue of career and location. Nonetheless, it intrigues me how Andover becomes the commonality between people who continue a brewing friendship and those who never see each other again. It's as if we all have something to hold onto that brings us back to 180 Main St.
Granted that we return to campus in the fall, my class will become the senior class. Though crazy to think about now, every year is just part of a cycle. It's a cycle that doesn't stop, with a new graduating class every single year. So it shouldn't come as a surprise that eventually 2021 will be the graduating class in that cycle. Being the oldest people on campus will be odd too. I've noticed how the seniors typically live in their own little bubble. It seems that after college apps, which take up the better part of the fall and winter, people are so "out of it" that it's hard to regain their footing and keep doing Andover.
I'm excited for the class of 2020, though I was never able to fully say goodbye or congratulate my friends in that class. I hope these amends can be made in the near future.
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