Last night, I graduated from 7 hard years at Cherry Creek Academy.
I remember starting at CCA in second grade. I was coming from a new school, and since most students had been there since kindergarden, I already felt out of place. My mom was her usual bubbly self, taking pictures of me and my brother (who was entering fifth grade) nonstop and ranting on about how much we’ve grown. She dressed me in one of the school’s required uniform options: a plaid jumper and white polo. My socks reached up to my knees and my hair was slicked back in a high pony tail on the top of my head. I walked into Mrs. Knowlton’s second grade classroom with a pink cheetah print backpack and purple lunchbox.
Some people may be wondering how I remember so much from my first day at Cherry Creek Academy. Truth is, I don’t. All of these reconciliations came from a single picture that was in my 2007-2008 yearbook. It was me walking into class on the first day of school, just like I described.
The point of this whole flashback was to show that I began at CCA a stranger. Wide eyed, curious, and nervous. But it didn’t take long for me to join the close knit family that existed within the students and teachers at the school.
I’ll admit that everyone in the grade hasn’t always gotten along. Even in a small class of about 35 people or less (changing as the years went on) there were cliques and discrimination between groups. It wasn’t until seventh grade that we all began to accept each other and be kind to everyone; not just the people we hung out with. I’m happy to say that as an 8th grader, we have all ended together on a positive note. We all got a lot closer when middle school started, and now that I think of it, there isn’t a single person whom I am not at ease with. (I can’t say the same for all of the middle school teachers, but that’s a whole different story.)
Moving on from CCA is difficult. I’m not going to lie and say I love the school and everything about leaving it breaks my heart, because truthfully I have had my fair share of problems with the school itself. But that’s ok, because I’m realizing now that it’s not hard to leave behind CCA; it’s hard to leave behind the family I made while attending there. These people have shaped me and defined who I am, and who I will be. I’ve spent by best moments and worse moments with these people, and I wouldn’t trade it for anything. (Cheesy, but true.)
As we all move on with our lives I wish only the best for the amazing brothers and sisters that I’ve grown up with. It’s ridiculous to say that we will all be together again at some point, laughing and being stupid like always. But it’s not ridiculous to say that you guys will always be with me. Goodbye guys.
“It’s so hard to say goodbye to yesterday.”