Dear Senior Amelia,
So, here you are, graduating the beloved place you have called home for the last 4 years, Longwood University. If I know anything for certain in the future, I know you will be crying your eyes out after receiving that diploma. This past year has flown by. I can’t imagine how you’re feeling after living the next three.
I hope you remember your shy self who didn’t think any friends would be made in the first week. Not only did you meet tons of friends during your first day of Longwood, it lasted for more than just that dinner time. Now sophomore year you’re living with the first two people who became your friend outside of your suite.
Before you’re crying over leaving Longwood, I know you’re going to be crying at your last soccer game of club soccer, a lot more than you did for high school. We both thought that our soccer career was over when we lost that game against Central Woodstock. But it’s really over now. I hope you know how much soccer has meant to you, ever since you started kicking that ball at age three. It’s going to be a sad time until you have kids to teach how to play that beloved sport.
So there were many ups and downs this past semester. We were unable to get a position of being a peer mentor, unable to get a position on the Honors Student Association executive board, but so many more doors opened after that. We got the position of being SGA representative for HSA, became Vice President of Math Club, and were able to apply to be an honors mentor for the fall. I hope being a part of SGA opens the door for many more opportunities, especially one to branch out more from our shell.
Wherever you go in the future, never forget your roots. It’s funny how I saw a girl today wearing a shirt that said that. But take it to heart. Never forget that farm girl from Syria, Virginia that you grew up as. You may have grown up being one of the shyest people ever, but you still wanted to be a teacher. I know you will blossom in the classroom. I know you will take all the advice you can get from your former teachers as you enter the high school classroom. No matter where you go, don’t ever forget where you’ve called home, because each of those places has shaped you to be who you are.
From,
Freshman Amelia