I’m at a loss for words, truly. That is not to say I am too over-encumbered with emotions to formulate the parting words for my high school and the experience it brought me, rather, I lack words simply because I have nothing I wish to express or say in regards to this.

Nearing the end of the year, regardless of whether you are a senior, teacher, parent, or any other student, you have far too much to read and do as it is. There are many emotions, both positive and negative, rushing about, people are saying their goodbyes, preparing for the next year, and the musings of a single person such as myself should hold no bearing over anyone.

Sharing my opinion on the school I went to, on the people I’ve met, on the things that I have seen, would all be fruitless since I have no opinion to share. I don’t have a message for Judson, its staff, or its students either. After all, what goes on inside of Judson’s walls is up to Judson’s people to deal with. 

There is no grandiose message or meaning to this when you pull back the curtain. As a matter of fact, there is not even a curtain to pull back. 

In writing this though, I can’t help but think how nice it is, that the more things change the more things stay the same. 

The human heart is an interesting thing really. We are all so full of love, compassion, tenderness, bitterness, hatred, and pity. It is as if we are all one big disparity. Everyone. Despite the cruelness, heartache, pain, disgust, and love, I’ve never once wished to not be a part of that disparity. 

My experience isn’t particularly different than anyone else’s, nor is it held or perceived in any special regard, even by myself, and I wouldn’t have it any other way. It’s often taken for granted, the humanity we all possess, and the everyone we are all a part of. 

My experience is your experience.

I am you.

Therefore, you don’t need me to leave you with even one word, do you?

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