Class of 2015!
Another graduation under my belt and this one stung a bit more than usual. Yes, I cried during Class Day and BALLED during graduation but it wasn't because I don't want them to move on, but because goodbye's are not my thing... This is the group that I started my career at PHS with. I have watched them grow, mature, cry, laugh, be silly, and make mistakes. I have heard their stories, watched them make fools of themselves, and even taught them a thing or two... I have traveled near and very far with them. I have celebrated their successes and wiped their tears through their losses. It seems like every year a class graduates, it makes it harder for me to watch them go... Not sure why but it's so hard to see them go. I guess goodbye's are not my thing. As this school year ends, I can only hope that the 70+ new graduates of PHS's class of 2015 go on to bigger and better things. Some will go on to college, others will join the service, and others go on to wo...