When I think about my time at Cooper, I could be serious and write about all the lasting friendships and memories I have made during my time here, but that wouldn’t be me. I still see myself as the five-year-old who sat in Mrs. Wray’s smiley face class thirteen long years ago. It’s difficult to feel any true change when I have lived so much of my life here, and this has become prevalent within my last year as I prep to leave for college in Boston. It’s going to be difficult to let go and consider myself an adult when I’ve barely had time to acknowledge my departure from all I’ve known for my whole life. Even though I don’t want to recognize the fact that in fourteen days I’ll be crossing the stage, I know I’m ready because of all the people that have helped me through the years. I am so grateful for them allowing me to laugh, cry, and smile through the good times and the bad.