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May 26, 2005. Our last and final day. Our last day to see each other. Our last day to laugh with friends. Our last day to make memories. Our last day to depend on our fathers and mothers. Our last day to ever be happy again with the people we grew up with. Our last day to step foot inside the home that we've lived in for 18 years. We are off on our own now. Away from the memories that we've created. Away from the town that we've spent most of our lives in. Some will stay and attend the local college. Others will move away and make new friends and new memories. Safford High School will be the last school that we will all remember. All the people that we've made friends with. All the people that we've made enemies with. We will all go our seperate ways on May 26, 2005. It's a day to remember everything that we've created. Everything that we've shared with each other. We've all done things that we've regreted doing. But we also have done things that we will always cherish. We all say that we'll go to the class reunions. And I hope that we all do, so we can look back on the memories that we have had here. All the good times, and bad times. It will be a time when we see how much we've all grown up. During the years, that we wait for that class reunion, we'll be wondering what our friends are doing. We'll try to contact them, but find that it's impossible. Some friends may keep in contact, while others, who have been best friends since first grade, drift apart. We will all look back in the yearbooks and remember all of the times we've had. We'll look at our class and think "Maybe I should have talked to him or her during the school years." You will look into the sports photos or the choir or band photos and remember all the jokes that were told behind the scene. We will all look back and remember all the great teachers that we've had, and the ones that put some students to sleep. Remember all of the laughter that filled the halls as we walked to our classes. Remember all the holes that were punched in the walls due to fights. Remember all your boyfriends or girlfriends that you've had during the years. Remeber all the feellings that were shared between classes. Remember all the students and friends that we have become during these 12 years of learning.
Together one last time, as a class. The class of 2005. We've had our bad times, and we've had our good times. But we will always remember what the class of 2005 was like.