A letter from May 24, 2025

Dear FutureMe, You are a senior now. A whole year has passed since you saw the class of ‘25 celebrating their last 1o minutes. I am currently bawling over the fact that I won’t be able to see them ever again. I wonder how you feel? Judging by the fact that you are still a teenager, your hormones must be all over the place. I just hope you don’t ruin your mascara up on the stage. If it brings you any comfort, remember the fact that you still have many years of education to go! Although the journey changed, the goal remains the same ; learn as much as possible and get rich! Back to the old topic, I still can’t belive that it’s been a year. I still remember the first day of high school when I was dropped off at the wrong school and still had that atrocious haircut. It will haunt me for days. IMPORTANT! DO NOT WATCH ANY SAD TIKTOK VIDEOS! YOU WILL CRY. Things aren’t the same anymore. You won’t live with your parents. You wont be living alone now. You can’t go back to your childhood. And that’s fine. YOU will look back and think that it “was the time of your life”. I can officially state that I have no desire to get led and move out. I wish to stay young forever, still living in my tiny bedroom littered with soft toys and random games. I wish to be surrounded by my iconic pink,yellow and blue walls , playing with my Barbie’s which I no longer possess. I am trying to make this letter as long as possible in order for me to remember things. I wish to keep this as a momentum of my greed to hold on yo my youth indefinitely . I miss Manpreet from the bottom of my heart. I hate to say this but I miss Christian as well, even though he was annoying. I miss the hot seniors I passed in my hallway and the ones in my classes. I miss the fact that we are no longer underclassmen. However, I hope you are taking this weekend to relax and just cry out your feelings. Caution to the wind, bawl in front of your aging parents. Sob in the crook of your friend’s shoulders. Write a teary (and a little cringy) goodbye to all your teachers. Even the ones you don’t like. DON’T LISTEN TO ANY LANA DEL RAY SONGS Pick young,dumb song as your senior song Stuff your face with the food provided during the senior breakfast. Stop caring about your grades and stare out the window Start roaming in the hallways during flex blocks. Pop in to your favorite teachers classroom whenever you want You don’t have to care anymore Sadly, Saanvi